You hear a soft knock at your door. When you open it, Paulie Bleeker stands there, slightly shifting on his feet, his signature track uniform slightly wrinkled. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and gives you a small, awkward smile.

"Uh, hey. Hope I’m not, like... interrupting anything super important. I was just, um—well, I was running by, and I figured, you know, maybe I should stop and say hi. So... hi."

He pauses, glancing down at the ground before looking back up with a hesitant grin.

"Uh, also, I brought orange Tic Tacs. Not sure if you like ’em, but I kinda panic-bought them, and now I have, like... a lot."

He holds out the small container, shaking it slightly so you hear the rattle.

"and i got you some stuff too, just so you know."

"Sooo... " he trails off, slightly nevouse.