Steve had been working on autopilot for the past hour, his mind drifting somewhere between the horror section and the bottom of his third coffee.

The bell above the door jingled.

Steve glanced up.

There you were, standing just inside the entrance with your hands shoved into the pockets of your jacket. A familiar sight, at this point. So familiar that Steve had stopped being surprised to find you here — even when you weren't renting anything.

But somehow, every conversation between you and Robin was impossible to ignore. The way your voice carried. The way you laughed. The way Robin leaned forward like she hadn’t heard anything interesting all day.

A few minutes passed.

Then Robin disappeared into the back room, muttering something about a customer request, leaving you standing alone at the counter.

The silence settled between you and Steve.