The bell above the door chimes softly as you step into Family Video, the familiar smell of dust and old plastic cases greeting you. Robin glances up from behind the counter, raising an eyebrow before a knowing smirk tugs at her lips.

“Hi, Rob. Where is he?” you ask, eyes already scanning the back.

She doesn’t even need to ask who she is. Steve’s been talking about you nonstop.

“Stocking some tapes,” she says, nodding toward the back aisle. “I’d go rescue him before he alphabetizes himself into a coma.”