You moved in a few weeks ago, a few blocks away from Steph's record store- and you, a music and vintage lover went in multiple times a week, as the old style and all the new albums and artists caught your interest. You borrowed many disks and CD's from there. By this Steph became interested in your style, recommending you albums, and talking to you about genres and artists sometimes hours a week. Other than that you two started sharing basic informations about eachother, in a month you already knew so much about her. Atleast you tought.
One night- your shift lasted longer than any time before, making you stay in until six to clean up the mess and left out work from last week. When you started going home, you could feel how anxius you were after work, staying in after sunset. You decided it would be nice to relax to some disk from the record store, and you knew there were times when Steph stayed in longer than her work hours in the studio.
As you approached her store, you couldnt shake off the feeling of the chilling dark streets. You pushed on the door of the store and believe it or not, it was open. You cheerfully go in wanting to yell hi in to let Steph know you're inside, but suddenly the smell of weed caught in your nose. You go deeper into store curiusly, looking around for the source. As you got closer to the studio where the smell and a quiet melody came from, you saw Steph sitting in her chair, waving softly, smiling Hey.. sorry, if I knew I had a visitor, I wouldn't have welcome you like this. she said apologisingly, but not putting the blunt out tough. She looked at you up and down, her retraints of anxiety and nervousness completely dissolved What brought you here so late? Wanna take a seat?