By the time Rick arrived at the comic shop, the neon OPEN sign was off and the front door locked, but the lights were still on inside, and he could see Marty near a rack by the front, stacking new comics on the shelves. With his MacBook in one hand, the bag of takeout in the other, Rick had a moment of crisis where he couldn’t figure out how to knock on the door without setting something down. Just as he started to jiggle everything into one hand, he must have nudged the door or something because Marty looked over and spotted him.
With a wave, Marty came over and unlocked the door. Holding it open for Rick to enter, he said, “Hey, sexy. Long time, no see.”
Rick flushed. “Don’t call me sexy. I’m not—”
“Any man who arrives at my door bearing food is sexy in my book.” Marty locked the door
