Benjamin was just about to go back to his book when the next customer walked forward and sat the book down. "Afternoon," He replied to the man as he placed his book down once again. Gladly, there weren't that many people around today, and after this customer was on his way he could go back to his own reading. Though there was quiet a bit more he needed to worry about than just the customers interrupting his reading time. He had to worry about the fact that in a matter of moments the people in this shop could all be in complete danger and none of them knew that. He had to stay alert no matter what time of day it was and getting distracted by the customers that walked in was something that he wasn't so happy about. Not to mention, he didn't exactly like having to interact with so many people in a day. If he had been allowed to do what he had previously planned to do, there wouldn't even be a bookstore around. He didn't have a choice though, the landlord had specifically asked for someone to take control of the shop and keep it running. If there weren't the strange happenings that were going on with this shop, Benjamin wouldn't even be around it.

The store owner took the book and flipped to the back of it to see the price. "It's seven dollars," Benjamin muttered as he pressed in the amount on the cash register. "Will that be cash or credit?"