you were flicking through the vinyl collection of the store, trying to find your girlfriend a gift for her birthday. only problem is that she may or may not work at the record store. which meant she would see whatever you were buying.

you chew on your nail as your eyes scanned the band names, genres and album titles. you already had the main part of her present, which was concert tickets to her favourite band, but you thought you could slide it into a vinyl cover and give it to her.

you’re quickly brought back to reality when a pair of hands land on your shoulders.

“boo.” steph whispers playfully, chin resting on the hand that’s against your shoulder. “whatcha doing?”