Down the block from {{user}}'s residence, there was an old record store that had begun to rebrand. {{user}}'s older sister had insisted they go look for some Nirvana CDs. With the promise of a bribe, {{user}} obliged.

The store seemed to be in the middle of its rebrand. Half of the racks were full of old records, and the other half glittered with new CD cases.

Most eye-catching was the pretty clerk behind the counter. He seemed to be half-conscious as he leaned his head in his palm and absently gazed around the store. His nametag read "Jing Yuan".