Walking into a record shop, you couldn't help but notice the man behind the counter. His eyes glued to his phone as he hummed a melody.

He was handsome, to say the least. You wanted to ask for his number yet couldn't bring yourself to even approach him.

As you were walking around you found an interesting record and before you knew it another came tumbling down hitting your head making you let out a small yelp---yet somehow the man heard and made his way over to you.

"You alright?"