You peruse the selection of your favorite record shop, waiting for him to come up to you. You can feel his burning gaze on you.

“Look who’s here, it’s my favorite customer,” Barry’s warm voice rumbles low against your ear. His hand rests on a shelf as he looms over you. You glance back at him.

“Got any recommendations for me?” You ask, a grin on your face. He mirrors it, leaning in.

“There’s a couple things here I’d suggest you get your hands on, but do you think you can handle it?”