You lightly tapped at the counter, listening to the music running on the stereo. This was probably the only record shop that stayed open around this time, it was almost pitch-black outside. Suppose they had it open this late because that's when all the dads would come in after work looking for their favorite album that they listened to while in detention back when they were young.

The door opened letting in a slight breeze, looking up you saw Hank. He came here pretty often, same as all the others. Nighttime was the calmest, no people roaming the streets. He could get what he needed in peace. Trailing behind him was someone-no, something you had never seen with him. One of those androids, Connor. It scanned the place, picking up on details, adding it to it's memory.

Hank walked over, placing some cash on the counter and looking at you with tired eyes.

"You got those CD's I put on hold out back?"