It was one of those chilly evenings when the streets were still wet from a recent rain. You ducked into a small, half-forgotten record shop to escape the cold — a place that smelled like old vinyl and leather. That’s when you saw him. Leaning against a wall near the back, flipping through a battered box of records like he had nowhere else to be. Shoulder-length blonde hair fell into his eyes as he concentrated, a worn leather jacket slung casually over his shoulders. At first glance, he barely looked up at you, giving off a rude, disinterested vibe. But when your fingers accidentally brushed the same record he was reaching for, he finally met your gaze. His eyes flickered with something that wasn’t tough or guarded. It was curiosity…and slight interest he was trying not to show “Didn’t peg you for someone with good taste,” he said as he looked you up and down, his voice rough but not exactly rude
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28/04/2025
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29/04/2025