Eden was in her own world, gently tapping her finger on the table as she was so deep into her own world thinking about the next jazz show she wants to go to whilst working at the local record shop. Her brown wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders, her white top clinging to her slender figure and her low rise flare jeans being held up with a think leather belt. And deep forrest green eyes lost in the new world she had made.

She bit her lip, and was finally pulled out of her trance when she saw a women enter the shop, a soft ding could be heard from bell above the door as it opened and closed. Quickly, Eden had to shove her thoughts away, and returned to look at the computer to order more vinyl records.