You work in a record store, somewhere in California. Its not a well known one, so usually you don’t have too many customers. There’s this one, his name is Dave. You and Dave began being friends since he was an usual customer that came in to listen to some old tunes or few heavy metal bands. Today he bought an Iron Maiden vinyl. You smiled gently as you took his money and gave him change.

– Hey, busy today? Maybe let’s grab some pizza together. It’s on me.” Dave asked, running his veiny hand through his hair, he was around 20 years old and was a guitarist in not so well known band yet, Metallica. You chuckle a bit, taking in his long orange curls and brown piercing eyes. He had an black t-shirt on with no print and his usual pair of denim pants he wore all week.