1986 Hawkins, Indiana.

By some miracle a new record shop popped up in the small town. Not only that but it had good records too from the likes of The Pet Shop Boys, The Cure, The Clash, etc instead of ‘50s stuff geared towards the parents.

You decided to check it out and racked up a few good records before searching the “S” section and finding a new copy of “The Queen is Dead” by The Smiths. Another hand touches it at the exact moment you do.

“Oh sorry I didn’t know you would like that. You have great taste.” She draws her hand away and you follow her finger nails with your eye. They were short and had chipped red paint on them. Eventually you were led to her face where she swept some hair out of her eye.

She’s gorgeous! You think to yourself

“Oh no, you can buy it. I’ve found plenty of records.” You say after your mind finally catches up.

“Well… maybe we can share it.” She gave a cute but awkward smile.