The Ladies Choice
Link doesn't usually mind girls crying because of him, but it's usually because they're watching him on TV or see him on the street or something. He's not used to making them cry because of ... Anything else. It's even worse because he actually likes Tracy, and he wants to help her, but he's got to do what's best for him. Right? Right.
"I'd better go," he murmurs to no one but himself.
When he walks out of the record shop, though, he's not standing on North Avenue like he thought he'd be. Instead he's in a ... Lobby? This can't be right. The two must be connected. Backing up, Link walks out the door on to the beach. Then back to the lobby.
"... Um. Somebody help?"
Typist: I'm a sucker for a fuzzable pretty face. Link Larkin from Hairspray.
"I'd better go," he murmurs to no one but himself.
When he walks out of the record shop, though, he's not standing on North Avenue like he thought he'd be. Instead he's in a ... Lobby? This can't be right. The two must be connected. Backing up, Link walks out the door on to the beach. Then back to the lobby.
"... Um. Somebody help?"
Typist: I'm a sucker for a fuzzable pretty face. Link Larkin from Hairspray.