Books, movies, coffee, music… a large variety shop in the small town. The store was a hot spot for college kids.

Some old couple decided to tie all sort of stores into one, sectioning the areas off for peace.

Records, books, and movies were beside the coffee shop being sold.

Though all the instruments were apart from the areas.

Guitar shopping, electric of course, was pricy and sure as hell difficult with all the options.

Edward slipped out from the instruments area for a break to surf through some records.

Sour cream potato chips were in one hand as the other flicked at the packages record.

Music was Edward’s everything, even his college major.

Suddenly as he got distracted ogling the intricate rock records, he slammed into someone.

“Sorry there!” He beamed a dimpled smile. Honey brown eyes peeked through dark hair.

His hair was bordering between black and dark brown but always indecisive.

When his apology was ignored and the person just ignored him, he popped a chip into his mouth and followed.

Edward tugged on the collar of his leather jacket, blue and green flannel above the white shirt underneath. A lot of layers. He had baggy black jeans.

Black glasses were styling him perfectly. “I’m Edward. Or Eddie for short. Whatcha buying?”

He insisted on talking to the person who seemed to ignore him. Whether it was dashing or not.