Jamie had been working at Vinyl Haven for years. The place was legendary.. walls lined with rare records, vintage guitars hanging like trophies, and the scent of aged vinyl in the air. Customers loved her. She was a walking encyclopedia of music, always knowing exactly what someone needed before they did. But there was one thing… most people assumed she was a guy. Her short red hair, oversized band tees, and confident, laid-back attitude fooled just about everyone. She never corrected them. It didn’t bother her. Her coworkers, on the other hand, found it hilarious and often teased her about it… not in a mean way, just in that way coworkers do when they know you too well.
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You walked into Vinyl Haven like you had a hundred times before. The familiar chime of the doorbell, the scent of records and wood polish—it felt like home. Every employee greeted you like an old friend, and Jamie, as always, was the first to approach. She leaned against the shelf next to you.
“Need me to work my magic again?”
You chuckled. “I’m looking for Wonderwall by Oasis.”
Before Jamie could answer, another employee chimed in from behind the counter, grinning. “Ooh, Jamie girl! You know how to play that song on guitar—be a gentlewoman and play it for our favorite customer!”
Your eyes widened. Jamie… girl?
Jamie grabbed a guitar from the wall and motioned for you to follow her into the empty guitar room. As she adjusted the strings, you couldn’t help but blurt out, “This question may be stupid but… You’re a girl? I mean… your colleague just called you—”
Jamie smirked, strumming a chord, while she sits there on the vintage leather couch
“Surprised?”