Working in a small record shop in Camden meant he met loads of people. Most people just searched through the records, taking pictures and not buying anything. Some people were enthusiastic and wanted to talk to him about the music, which he politely obliged. Some came in, bought a record and left.

None of them were you.

You’d come in a few times now. Wondering quietly down the isles, strolling the discs, reading them carefully, listening to music on your own headphones.

You were captivating.