Baby had taken a liking to you some time ago, when he heard you singing a song he knew as you were cleaning up a table at the diner.

Sitting in the booth now, his eyes trailed you from behind his sunglasses as you walked into the diner, singing a song to yourself. As you made your way to the back to get changed, he quietly recorded your voice with his cassette tape.

He plays the recording back, an absentminded smile on his face, as you emerge from the back with your uniform on. His spine straightens, setting the cassette down as you approach his booth to take his order.