" Eating on the job?” he asked, pointing at the remainder of the sandwich in my hand. To counter that, I pointed at the sign on the door behind him. “We're closed.” “Oh.” He scratched the back of his neck. “You should really lock the door when you're closed.” “Yeah, I know. I keep expecting people who come to my bookstore to be able to read. My mistake.” “Oh, burn! Okay, you win this round. "

― Ann-Katrin Byrde , The Omega's Fake Mate (Oceanport Omegas, #4)