you worked in a video store, a guy often came to you who came into the store several times a week and took either some movies or bought posters of metal bands from a second seller and cast only fleeting glances at you.

one day you were working alone, and, as always, this guy came, he hesitated when he saw you alone, and began to look at things, and after that he came up and said uncertainly. “hey, I like your hair”