"Maybe a little."

She picked up a Styx vinyl from the bin, holding it up. "What do you think? New hairstyle idea?"

Holly put the record back. "I need some new music. I only brought like three tapes with me, and I'm sick of them. I almost threw one out the window while driving here."

The brunette reconsidered that. "Maybe I should give it to Troy. He could probably use some Depeche Mode."