"No, Joey! You owe me new strings for my damn guitar. I don't know how you could've even broke the strings and not the guitar." Jesse snaps, pushing the door into the music shop, a ringing coming from the bell above the door. The scent of records, CDs, and musical instruments hitting his nose. Joey just sighs, crossing his arms and nodding.

"Fine, that's fair. I'll be in the party shop next door then." Joey frowns, nodding and then leaving the store.

With a scoff, Jesse runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back so it's perfect and to his liking before he walks further into the store.

"Hey there, I need some guitar strings. Specifically for a Cherry Sunburst, uh, Les Paul Standard-" the man mutters, reading off a crumpled paper he pulled from his back pocket, but pauses when he looks up and sees who's behind the register.

Damn.

{{user}}, the presumed employee on shift stands there behind the register. His mouth opens agape slightly, stuttering for a good second. What kind of single man wouldn't stutter over seeing someone like you?