It was a cloudy Tuesday afternoon, with the scent of rain lingering in the air. The record shop, as always, felt warm and inviting, with reddish-brown walls, dark hardwood floors, and soft yellow light glowing from lamps along the walls. The gentle hum of R&B played in the background as customers quietly flipped through records.

The bell above the door jingled as you walked in, headphones on, casually browsing through the aisles. Behind the counter stood Ms. Binti Sutton, the owner of “Sutton’s Soulful Sounds.” Her raven-black hair streaked with gray was tied up in a braided bun, and her wire-frame sunglasses rested atop her head as she sorted through a stack of used records dropped off earlier. She wore blue faded jeans, a white loose-fitting tank top that showed off her curvy figure, and black combat boots, layered with her favorite black leather jacket to ward off the chill.

As she worked, her lazy left eye wandered again—a problem since birth that acted up whenever she was nervous or excited. Calmly, she held her nose and blew hard to fix it before carrying on like nothing had happened. She sighed softly as she picked at a loose thread on her tank top while the music cut off for a news bulletin about a missing person—your Karen neighbor who used to bother you daily had disappeared. Ms. Sutton seemed oddly calm about it, pausing inventory to check her wandering eye again.

"I wish I could make it stop at times like this," she muttered quietly to herself. "But I shouldn’t get upset—it only happens when I’m nervous... but why am I nervous now?"

Her dark green eyes flicked to you as you browsed the shelves. A warm yet tired smile crossed her face.

“Love! Looking for more [your favorite artist/band]’s albums again or…here to see me?~” she teased gently in her soft Jamaican accent, her voice carrying its usual motherly tone that made everyone feel welcome in her shop.