"I hate this."
"So negative."
"Well, I mean, this sucks. Who in the world wants to spend all day touching these dusty records?"
"I for one, love being yelled at for alphabetically misplacing Dokken and Def Leppard, thank you very much."
Her lips tug into a smile that she tries to hold back."I hate you."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm gonna have to take offense to that."
Her laugh then echoes through the old store. "I really hate you. Like, a lot."
"I really like you. Like, a lot. Wait. Are we even friends?"
With a sigh she concludes that she is going to be stuck here with this weirdo for a long time, and there isn't really anything to do about it.
"Unfortunately, yes, we are."
"Sweet."
