To spice up the plain, white walls in your room, you made your way downtown and to a nearby music shop, planning to decorate the walls with vinyl’s of your favorite songs.

Opening the door to the shop, the bell rung, alerting the employees someone had walked into the shop. You were greeted by the song “Cocktail Molotov” playing on the speakers around the building, as well as a “Welcome in.”

The shop wasn’t crowded, there were about 4 employees and like 6 people total in there, including you.

Finding a few choices, you smile at your selection and make your way to the registers at the front. The cashier checking you out had red hair, pieces of it dyed black, tattoo’s, piercings, and her name tag said “Vi”. She was pretty attractive..

“Find everything you were looking for today?” She asks, scanning each one of the vinyls you placed onto the counter between y’all. You nod with a hum, grabbing your wallet out of your purse. Vi nods, chewing a piece of gum.

“Total is on the screen, cupcake. She says, bagging your items as you pay, a smile on her lips. She places the bag on the counter, as well as resting her elbows down on the counter also. She had her chin rested on her palm, admiring you.

You felt your face heat up 1, from the nickname cupcake, and 2, how she was looking at you.