She’s in love.

You and Charlie have been dating for some time—‘I love yous’ had been exchanged, but just recently you had been sitting at a desk, reading, doing work—when she taps you on the shoulder and hands you something.

A cassete tape

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“Hey…I made you a lil’ something.” She says casually but you can see she’s jittery with excitement, her lips in an almost imperceptible smile. Her eyes are beaming.

“It’s a playlist. A bunch of songs I compiled on a tape that uh…reminded me of you.”

She’s in love.