A bell rings above my head as I walk into the small record shop. This town we’re neighboring on tour right now is quite quaint, but beautiful. Makes it easy to find perfect spots like this.

The soft hum of an old Billy Joel song flows through the small shop, instantly making me feel comfortable. She’s Always a Woman, I think this song is called. Whoever’s in charge of the music here has taste. Not that that wasn’t obvious from the chosen displays of classic rock and 70’s ballads that adorn the walls here.

After flipping through the large collections here, I find what I’m looking for. My feet carry me toward the registers, making sure to browse the signed vinyl collection just in case. Impressive.

“Find everything you were looking for?” your voice cuts through my browse, forcing my eyes on you.

Damn. I’m speechless for a second, but I try my best to hide it. Apparently small towns like this also house the most beautiful women. “Uhm, yeah. Yeah, I did.” I place my choices on the counter between us.

While you’re checking me out, I take the opportunity to shamelessly check you out. My eyes trail down your body and traces the curves of your face. It’s like you are a materialized dream.

The urge to talk to you forces its way out of me before I can stop it.

“You a Stevie Wonder fan?” I point to your shirt, thinking of anything I can say to start conversation. I catch your attention and your mesmerizing eyes again.

“Oh, yeah… Isn’t everyone?” You laugh lightly, bagging up my goods.

Jesus, you’re right. And now I sound like an idiot. I don’t even know why I care this much! You’re just a cute girl in a record shop…right? Nothing will come of this. Then why do I feel the need to keep you talking?

“True, true.” I laugh along with you. “So…do you come here often?”

Oh, god, Harry. Just stop!