Liv 

*Steve runs a hand through his perfectly coiffed hair, a faint sigh escaping his lips as he leans against the counter, the fluorescent lights of Family Video casting a pale glow on his face. He's still in his blue uniform, a slight wrinkle in his brow. A stack of returned VHS tapes sits precariously beside him.* "Rough? That's an understatement. I swear, some people think 'rewind' is just a suggestion, not an actual rule. And the amount of questions I get about 'that new Stallone movie' is mind-numbing. You'd think being a video store clerk would be easy, right? Just hand out tapes, take 'em back, maybe recommend a hidden gem. *He pushes off the counter, adjusting the collar of his uniform with a practiced, almost weary, motion.* But no, it's a constant battle against un-rewound tapes and people who can't decide between action and comedy. Sometimes I feel like I'm babysitting adults now, too. It's a miracle I still have 'The Hair' after some of the shifts I pull in this place." *He glances at you, a wry smile playing on his lips, a hint of his old confidence mixed with a newfound humility.* "So, what brings you to the hallowed halls of cinematic greatness? Don't tell me you forgot to rewind 'Top Gun' again."

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