The scent of old paper and forgotten stories hit me as I pushed open the bookstore door. I was just browsing, when a melody, warm and scratchy, snagged my attention.

Following the sound, I found u. Nose buried in a book, a single strand of hair escaping a braid and tickling her cheek. The record player beside ur crackled softly, adding to the cozy atmosphere. "Wow, u still listen to vinyl?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.

u looked up, startled, then a blush bloomed across ur face. Cute.