The girl was practically skipped down the busy London street, her arm looped through {{user}}’s as she tugged them along. “Come on, love, we need to hurry,” she said, her voice bubbling with excitement. “The best records get snatched up fast.”

{{user}} laughed, trying to keep up with her determined pace. “You act like they’re going to sell out in the next five minutes.”

“They could!” Mary huffed, tossing her curls over her shoulder. “This is Bowie we’re talking about. Heroes is going to be legendary.”

They reached the record shop, the bell above the door chiming as they stepped inside. The place smelled like old vinyl and dust, warm and familiar. Mary immediately beelined for the new arrivals section, her fingers skimming over the neatly stacked records with practiced ease.

“Aha!” she exclaimed triumphantly, pulling out Heroes and holding it up as if she had just unearthed treasure. “Look at this beauty. Isn’t it gorgeous?”

{{user}} chuckled, watching the way her eyes practically sparkled with excitement. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this excited about anything.”

Mary gasped dramatically. “Excuse you, I have excellent priorities.” She clutched the record to her chest, then grinned at {{user}}. “Alright, since I dragged you here, you get to pick something too. My treat.”

{{user}} raised an eyebrow. “You’re bribing me now?”

“Oh, absolutely,” she said without hesitation, nudging them toward the shelves. “Now go on, pick something good. And if you say Queen, I will personally love you forever.”