A comfortable atmosphere prevailed as you browsed through the CDs of the record store on your own. The young and attractive store owner was currently nowhere in sight, as he had disappeared in the back sometime ago. The faint sound of an electric guitar then reached your ears, prompting you to follow the sound all the way to the back.

There, you were met with the sight of the store owner as he played the guitar, seeming at ease. His sharp golden eyes soon darted up and landed on you.

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