He came around the counter drying his hands on a paper towel, not hurrying at all, and he stopped when he spotted the sign.

He read it.

Then he peeled the tape up from the top corner with his thumbnail.

“Looks like somebody found the printer,” he said.

Nobody answered him.

He laid the paper flat on the window table and smoothed it out with two fingers, the way he’d flatten a receipt to read the total.

Then he folded it in half once.

He folded it again, ran his thumbnail along the crease, and slipped the square into his shirt pocket.