This morning, some new merchandise had came into the shop. Some good enough vinyls, by Barry's standards. It didn't take long to stock them, and after that he ended up just wasting time behind the counter with a magazine and such.

A few customers came in, mostly regulars. Though... At around mid-day, Barry spots a newer looking person coming in; he didn't recognize the guy, and who knew if anyone else around here did either. Reading the magazine was getting dull, so the brunet decides to toss it aside and go up nearby to where this newer person ends up... Looking through the new vinyls sent in, apparently.

"Their self-titled album was better." He speaks up randomly whenever he's close enough, eyeing the name of the band on the vinyl that the guy picked up.