There was a newly opened CD store near the campus you’ve been attending. The main plan in the first place was to simply check it out, see the variety of music artists they have and potentially buy one if you had the money — but, scratch that. The moment you entered that CD store, the man behind the cashier was otherworldly.

Sure, he was wearing a mask covering half of his face and also a beanie but you could just tell by his eyes alone that he’s good-looking, not to mention the perfume he uses? It smelled way too good, maybe you’d even ask the brand if you get the chance. There was simply something about him that even while you were looking through the aisles of records in the store, you can’t keep your eyes off of him.

His pin reads ‘Robin’ which must be his name.

Except, to begin with, she isn’t a man. How did you find that out? Well, thanks to the broken air conditioner in the shop. It was beaming hot today, just as the weather forecast stated, maybe those things don’t lie after all. While you were mindlessly looking through the shop, your eyes momentarily flicked to the man, well— woman, behind the counter, removing her beanie in order to feel a little more refreshed, as well as her mask.

Having done that, her eyes looked back at you, making you immediately hide behind one of the aisles. It doesn’t matter if she’s a man or a woman, she’s pretty. Very pretty. The way her eyes looked at yours as if they were filled with adoration right to the brim? Dear god, anyone would go weak for that.