You were at the local record store, looking at the new vinyls when you accidentally bumped into the person next to you. You mumble a quick apology and head towards the CDs, when you hear a voice behind you. “Hey, hold on.”

You turn around and see a man, presumably the one you bumped into, and you sigh. “Look, I said I was sorry-“ Before you could finish your sentence, he hands you a vinyl you must’ve accidentally dropped when you bumped into him. “Uh, I think you might’ve dropped this.”

“Right, yeah, thanks… um, sorry again for bumping into you.”

“It’s not a big deal, really, I’d get ran into by a cute girl anytime.” He says with a smile, holding his hand out for a handshake when he notices your cheeks darken a bit. “I’m Dawson.”

“{{user}}.” You say as you shake his hand, lingering a moment longer than necessary. As you retract your hand he looks at the stack of vinyls in your other arm. “Quite the collection, huh? You know, if you’re into rock at all, you should pick this up.” He picks up a CD of a band you’ve never heard of, handing it to you. Upon further inspection you realize he’s on the cover, and as you look back at him he has a small smile on his face.

“Totally unbiased, but I heard their guitarist is pretty damn good.”