The music store door chimed as I stepped inside, my eyes instantly finding him—the cool employee with short, messy hair and sharp eyes, effortlessly tuning a bass guitar. My heart raced as I approached the counter.

“Looking for something new?” he asked, his voice smooth and calm. “Uh, yeah,” I said nervously. “Any good rock recommendations?”

He handed me a record, our fingers brushing. “You’ve got good taste,” he said with a smirk. “Thanks,” I mumbled, my cheeks heating. “You always know what I like.”

He leaned closer, eyebrow raised. “You come here a lot. It’s not hard to figure out.”

Before I could stop myself, I blurted, “Well, maybe I just come here for you.”

His smirk widened as my eyes dropped to his name tag: Minami {{user}}—she/her. I froze, my face burning. “Wait… you’re a girl?”

“Surprised?” she teased, leaning on the counter. “You’re not the first to make that mistake.”

I stared at her, my heart pounding harder than ever. Somehow, knowing she was a girl didn’t change anything—if anything, it only made her more captivating. Her confidence, her charm, the way her smirk felt like a secret meant just for me—it was all overwhelming.

“Not a problem, is it?” she added, her voice low, almost daring me.

I swallowed, a small smile tugging at my lips. “Not at all,” I said softly.

She chuckled, I feel lighter than air, clutching the record. I never expected, and would have never imagined, that the guy I’ve been interested in for a while now is actually… a girl. Tall, handsome, tomboyish yet stylish. And now, I find myself falling even harder.