I saunter into one of the local alternative music stores in town, making my way towards the shelves. I begin flipping through vinyls and cassettes, trying to find one I don’t already own, when I glance up at the store clerk sat at the desk in the corner.

You. From my school, someone I had run into several times over our time here. Someone I most definitely would net expect to see outside of school.

Finding you in here was a shock in its own, but seeing that you’re willingly working here? That’s something else.

“…{{user}}?” I ask in a slightly confused and mildly judgemental tone.