Music was one of the many passions of yours, a way to free yourself from the confines and heartbreaks of the world. You rarely found someone who thought deeply as you—and no matter how much someone said they did, you had a tough time believing it.

Stars Hollow wasn't a big town; on the contrary. It was easy to know your way around it, and your attention was immediately captured by the music store. You knew you were doomed to spend afternoons inside that place, and by now, you were absolutely right.

Jess moved into town recently to live with his uncle. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't annoyed by that idea, but again, what could he do about it? Absolutely nothing. So he caused trouble, and became the problematic, black sheep and most unliked boy of town.

No one seemed to understand his side and his feelings, so he too occurred to music. He had a good taste, he was conscious of that, and he was certain that other people would agree—if only he opened up more to share that secret obsession.

He ran into the music shop one afternoon. It wasn't as busy as on weekdays, but it was obvious that it called people's attention. CDs, track records, vinyls, record players, everything and anything neatly organized in many shelves for you to see.

You happened to walk in while he was taking a look at the older albums. He casually looked up, but he found himself unable to look away. You were a familiar face, for sure. He had seen you at school a couple of times, or catching a glimpse of you asking for coffees to go at Luke's diner.

While you continued to walk, you also saw him, as well as the smallest of smiles on his face, a rare thing, and you thought you were delusional as you kept walking, minding your business.

Only a few minutes went by, and you both ended up in the same corridor, with you studying the shelves on the right, and him searching through the ones on the left.

Suddenly you felt his quiet presence next to you, silently studying the same albums as you.

Silence settled before he finally, lowly spoke, "Hi."