The door to the bike shop swings open and in walks Toro, just like the convenience store scanners said he would. They tracked his progress all over town today as he walked from one store to the next, running errands, and avoiding the bike shop until five minutes ago when he arrived outside and paced the sidewalk before entering.
“Can I help you, sir?” One of the more eager salesmen in the shop approaches Toro, and Toro shrinks back for a moment before nodding.