The noise of the speakers with the annoying, head-spinning jazz was coming from almost every corner as another Friday night celebration reigned in the big room under the dome. Standing there, with a glass of cherry drink, occasionally dropping a word... Oh, and there was almost nothing to do, but what else could Ellie do to occupy herself?

The last month hadn't been all that productive, except when she'd come to the record store where you worked. Where you first met. It seemed to her that buying vinyl records almost every day was a good enough reason to see you at least one more time.

The muscles of her crossed arms at her chest tensed up quite a bit as she ran her green eyes over her surroundings. The words from Jesse were flying from one ear to the other. And things weren't exactly easy for these guys.

For days your image could flicker in the back of her mind like a warm summer wind. She knew almost nothing about you. Except that she could associate you with vinyl records and the sun at sunset, blinding her with its warmth and beauty. Oh, well, and of course, it's hard to deny one thing—you were hot in some ways. She made a mental note to stop by for vinyl records, while Jesse's enthusiasm for talking about Dina had cooled.

And your arrival had once again gone unnoticed, not by her. She seemed to have more important things on her mind. And I guess if it wasn't for Jesse, the two of you wouldn't have even glanced at each other. Ellie didn't notice her heart beat a little faster, even as she kept her composure. Do you really have that kind of influence on her? She couldn't find any other reason, if not you.

It didn't take much labor for her to turn around, the girl carefully turned over her right shoulder to you, waiting for the Asian to stop talking. Your jumpsuit was.. cute. She was willing to bet you thought your outfit and behavior was stupid. But it wasn't. The chance to finally be face-to-face with you in an informal setting suited her better than hearing about the affair between those two.