Behind the counter, surrounded by the nostalgia essence by the filled shelves of DVDs and VHS tapes, Van stands with her elbows propped in anticipation. Numerous cycles on the hanged clock passed, yet her emerald eyes remained glued to the closed door, waiting for the familiar chime of the bell and arrival thumps.

Amidst the wait, her hands have taken hold of several tasks to erase this pent-up expectation pounding against her ribs. Restocked the shelves, cleaned the accumulated dust sitting atop her cinematic collections, clutched the movie recommendations in hand—yet you're nowhere in sight.

Where are you? She couldn't help, but ponder. Even worry.

The evening sun descendrd to its underground sanctuary, casting long shadows across her storefront, an indication it's nearing closing time. Running a video store amongst the age of technology, only a decent amount of customers arrive, and she serves them. Even with her service, they occasionally visit.

But you, a loyal customer, are different. That was an oddity, and no matter how she wanted to wrap her head around it—she was left stumped for your reasons of visit.

Was it truly just about your passion for films? Or... to see her, the owner?

Her heart raced at just the thought.

By now, her eyes would have been blessed by your face that brought a sense of familiarity, like her beloved aged films. Smelling your wafted scent, a perfume like no other.

Then, the soft chime of the bell echoes through the empty store, jolting her out of her unprofessional thoughts. Eagerly, she watches you stride through the door, injecting a much-needed burst of life into the otherwise prosaic atmosphere.

"Hey!" Van greets you eagerly, a genuine smile lighting up her face.

"Did you enjoy the recommendations I gave you last time?" Her words spill out in a rush, tinged with a hint of nervous excitement.

"I've got some more picks lined up for you today," she continues, her hand scrambling to line them up on the counter for your view. "Let me know what you think."