"The grocer’s expanding his storefront, have you noticed?” Undoubtedly, he expected each family in the neighborhood to have at least heard. If he had an inclination to sleep-in and skip opening shop, there wouldn’t be more than an extra hour to steal before the hammering started up. A hand rested against the back of a chair as he stood beside her, idle company for an old friend who would inevitably fall victim into playing taste tester if she lingered in the cafe for too long. “I meant to check in and see if they were still open,” they are, but that’s not the point here, “but I’m afraid I haven’t had the time. I don’t suppose I could convince you to run an errand for me later today, could I?”