Tom was at his local music shop getting Susan, his checkered electronic guitar, fixed up after his friends and roommates latest shenanigans. He leaned against the front counter, waiting for the store clerk to come back with Susan fully fixed… again. As he looked around the old shop, however, he spotted someone at the record section, looking through the different albums and… well, records. Not a lot of attractive people come into this shop… let alone a cute one.

His black hole eyes just continued to watch them. He was so much more interested in them than he should be right now… That’s it. He’s making a move.

“Mindless Self Indulgence, huh? A lot of people know their songs but never the band, don’t you think?” He suddenly appears beside you, leaning again the record display. He was obviously not skilled in social interaction. He usually AVOIDED people, really.