Lottie found herself going to a hidden little vinyl shop within the familiar streets of Wiskayok. This is because—of course—Van bullied her into it, claiming there was more to the music world than just Mazzy Star or The Cranberries.

Shes hit with a wave of incense and cigarette smell the minute she walks in. Nearly overwhelmed by the surrounding records and cassettes—walls lined with posters.

“Shit.” She mumbles under her breath, half in awe, other half in confusion.

You didn’t even look up from the counter, too busy with your feet up on the chair, chewing a pen cap and absentmindedly scribbling through inventory.

Sure, Lottie felt out of place—her rich-girl type aura doesn’t exactly scream cool-record store. But she was determined, she hadn’t come for nothing. So, she awkwardly walks up to the counter, drawing your attention.

You give her a warm soft smile, making the girl fumble just a bit more—clearly a little lost.

"Hi, I— uhh, to be honest, my friend kind of bullied me into coming here, and I have zero clue what I'm even looking for." She stumbles through her words, deer in headlights.