He glanced at you from across the video store, pretending to focus on the shelf of horror tapes in front of him. You were placing the new VPSs into shelves, your movements quick and methodical. He noticed the way you pushed a strand of hair out of your face, your brow furrowed in concentration. God, you made it impossible to ignore you sometimes.

Randy totally forgot about Sidney as he focuses on you for a moment—That was pretty weird since he loved Sidney— Still, there was something about you. The way you listened when he ranted about movies no one else cared about, the way your eyes lit up when you got a joke he thought no one would.

He grabbed a VHS off the shelf, something gory and classic, and turned toward you with a grin.

“{{user}}, you are missing too much if you haven't watched that beauty!"

he said, waving the VHS in the air like a trophy. You glanced up, and for a second, he thought he saw something in your expression—a flicker of something unspoken. But then it was gone, replaced by your usual smirk.

“It looks cool enough to rot your brain.”

You shot back, your tone teasing but not unkind. He chuckled, holding the tape closer to his chest. Randy stared at you for a moment, his grin faltering as he realized how much he enjoyed these little exchanges. There was something about your presence—how you made everything feel lighter, like the world except you didn’t exist. He was suddenly more aware of the way your eyes sparkled when you joked, how your smirk softened when you played along with his sarcasm. He paused, tape still in hand, a brief silence hanging between you, unable to shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, you weren’t so out of reach after all. He then clears his throat and puts the VHS back to one of those shelves as he puts some other VHS to the shelves from the box, mostly taking his time on thinking about movies rather than trying to finish the boxes quickly.