"Oh." The light brown haired girl on the counter of Family Video muttered, and you looked at her. Your eyes meet.

She remembered you. You were the same cheerleader she liked watching while the games went on. Of course, Robin was in the band, since she preferred it there. But you... you were different. She liked watching you dance. You were beautiful, and you were also kind to her, like the day you offered her ice cream when it was a hot day.

"How can I help you?" Robin asks.