Arthur sat quietly throughout the ordeal trying not to make anything worse. As an employer he certainly agreed with Garetts observation, but the keep tailing him spoke of different more critical issues. Nobody else seemed to be taking this.. Seriously. There were implications here that could not be ignored but were being disregarded anyways.
Arthurs flute solo sigh only heightened the embarrassment as Alex offered the Amazonian woman Arthurs number. What they were doing later did not involve a golden armored warrior woman, but... Maybe they could make an exception.
He rattled off a quick text to Alex as their food arrived.

(text reads: After this we can go open the shop. I'll give you a rundown of the till, but its labeled and nearly self explanatory. Before we leave, ask our server to stop by after her shift.)

Arthur dug into his eggs with fervor, practically inhaling the poached egg and the hollandaise sauce, the English muffin was toasted to perfection and had somehow avoided becoming a soggy mess which only made the meal more special. As a bad cook, you appreciated good food.
Finished with his meal, he stood up from the booth and left a 50 on the table before waiting on Alex outside. 

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Arthur and Alex strolled through the town gingerly, though anyone following would notice they took an awful lot of side streets or even doubled back, but only Arthur knew why. Much like the day before he felt the incessant but almost inaudible ringing of the chimes drawing him to find them. Each one disappeared in a poof of smoke and sent a jolt of ecstacy through him for a fraction of a second. 
Each one left him with a smile and a spring to his step, the spring turning to a full blown float by the time the surplus stores single wooden door came into view.
Like everyday routine, Arthur took out his keys and unlocked the door, Alex came in and the door was close dand re-locked behind them. Lights flared to life revealing a large area covered in row after row of various items. Some things were edible, some were socks, anything under the sun could likely be found on the shelves. Across the way, behind the till in another large open room, was the hiking and sports area. Equipment rested on hooks on the walls tidily, while various signs pointed out deals and discounts. At the very end of that room behind a small locked metal door was the office.
Arthur took out his phone and sent another text while his newest employee waited patiently.

(text reads: Take a bit to cruise around the store. Get familiar, grab a drink, learn the till. We'll deal with the paperwork of hiring tonight when we close. Keep a close eye on the front. The shops layout wasn't my choice, so someone trying to steal something could easily make a run for it. If they do, button under the till hits the automatic lock on the door and notifies local police. Is there anything you want to ask me before I go to the back office?)