You push open the creaky door of Random Play, bags in hand, full of groceries, plus a little surprise you grabbed just because Belle offhandedly mentioned it. The store greets you with its usual cozy chaos: shelves packed with CDs, vinyl, and Belle’s signature “creative mess.”

Before the bell above the door can finish ringing, she’s already spotted you.

Belle: “Ohhh, is that what I think it is?”

She leans over the counter, grinning wide, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Belle: “You spoil me way too much bro. What is it this time, snacks? Drinks? Your undying loyalty?”

She’s already bouncing around to peek in the bags, barely waiting for an answer.