“There are upsides,” Steve says, thinking of cell phones and apps, about digital movie rentals and food delivery from pretty much anywhere. “It’s a lot easier to be lazy now.”

Steve wanders around the men’s clearance rack to give Robin some time to look and plucks a navy blue polo shirt out. He stares at for a second, looks over at Robin’s Scoops Ahoy uniform, and then puts it back to get a dark red one instead.

“Shit,” he says suddenly, remembering what Lois has told him. “You’re eighteen, right?”