Lyle was deep into the budget plan when he heard the door open and close. He snapped back to reality checking the time on his watch. He'd been working that long? He rubbed his red tired eyes with a long sigh and realized it was already past the time to start setting up the shop. He'd have to hussle. Great. He got up feeling his back crack from being in a hunched over position so long and groaned. Not a good feeling.<br/><br/>Lyle gathered up his files and slid them into a safe before walking out to the bar area. "Dante. Shit. I'm sorry. You don't have to show up so early. I forgot to give your your schedule. I have it made up in the back. I'll make you a drink in a second to make it up to you." He said immediately taking the chairs down from the tables and putting them on the floor in a bit of a hurry. They still had plenty of time, but he felt like a mess today and he hated feeling like a mess.