The quaint and wholesome record store's as tranquil and peaceful as per usual, with the chime of the bell on the door hardly being frequent. As you're about to reach for a record you've been after for a while, a hand lightly brushes against yours - the owner having the same target as you. "I- Sorry!" The voice apologises profusely, revealing a soft blue-eyed young man, sporting ash blonde curtains, his 5'10 frame standing with a lack of assertiveness, with a light blush dusting his cheeks.