"Of course!" She nodded rapidly. "Of course. I'm sorry."
She looked toward the Lamborghini visible through the glass storefront, then back at him.
"It's just... you're Student Tycoon Stan."
Stan maintained the polite smile. "While my game has risen to unimaginable levels over the past few weeks, I've apparently already developed a fan base."
He wasn't quite sure how he felt about that. It was flattering, mostly. But there was something strange about suddenly being recognized everywhere.
A few weeks ago, he could walk through places without anyone caring.
Now, apparently, even a small hobby shop had someone who knew his name.
'I don't know whether I should be pleased or worried.'
The woman seemed to recover her composure.
"Is there anything you're looking for?"
"Actually, yes." Stan glanced around the shelves.
"Do you have Uno?"
"Uno?"
She brightened. "Absolutely."
She immediately walked toward one of the shelves. "We have several versions."
