Alex knew you had a bit of an obsession with music, specifically DVDs and CDs. Almost constantly you were playing one or another, your music filling the house.

He had been passing by a thrift store when he saw a vinyl record displayed in the window, he bought it immediately.

He returned home and found you sitting on the counter, scrolling through your phone absently. He stepped forward, and sat beside you. "Hey Babe." He greeted, kissing your cheek and placing the record on your lap.