"Are you done?" Asher asks in annoyance. As interesting as staring at the back of the man's head had been, he'd prefer the view of the poster he was obscuring. And he'd prefer to read it without a sugar-hyped toddler yelling anywhere near him.

Ordinarily, he could have read something like that from a fair distance away, but right now he feels like he can't make anything out without having his nose pressed against it.