Edward sighs with relief as he locks the shop door, reaching up to pull down the metal shutter.
"Wait!"
A man stops running a second too late, crashing into the closed door. He slaps his palms against the glass. "Please! I have to get this book today, I'll be quick... please!"
Edward rolls his eyes. Amazing how often emergencies seem to happen. It can wait. It can always wait.
He takes one last look at the man. His curly hair is wild with the wind and his eyes are wide, pleading for mercy.
Edward rolls down the shutter, separating them.