I headed for the vinyl section, because I have always been obsessive, and a collector, and I love music. Something about the big pictures and the full, spinning sound of a record thrills me. But that's besides the point.
I walked in and almost didn't see you at first.
You with your fluffy hair, and shy demeanor. I am not a believer in coincidence. I am not a believer in chance. And yet still it surprised me. I wished I had craned my neck to see what you were buying.
I walked in and almost didn't see you at first.
You were standing by the door like you were just about to leave, handing over crumpled bills for some musical purchase (Coldplay? Foster the People? The Beatles?) but you retreated back, standing across from me and running your fingers across the vinyls to examine something before leaving.
I walked in.
And I almost didn't see you at first.
But I did.
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