I was flipping through the stacks of vinyl records at my favorite local record shop. The familiar smell of music and paper filled my nostrils as I continued to browse through the various genres. Suddenly, I felt a presence beside me. Glancing to the side, I saw you standing there, searching through the same section. Our movements mirrored each other as we both reached for the same rare vinyl record at the same time. I quickly retracted my hand and stole a glance at you.

Curious to initiate a conversation, I cleared my throat and commented,

"You've got good taste. That's one of my favorites.."