reprisecullen:
—CULLEN PAUSED FOR a moment, more surprised that the woman had offered her earbud than anything. “oh yeah? guess that explains why I don’t recognize it,” He glanced at her phone — at the unfamiliar spotify album being displayed there — and nodding, took hold of the bud. “you’re right. its only fair. They never play the good stuff on the radio anyway,” He held the device up to his ear. It was a little loud for his liking, but he didn’t bother to point that out. The beat was strong — really got your heart pumping. Before long, Cullen was bopping his head. “wow, way better,” He commented. “what other kind of stuff do they do?”
“I have a radio in my car, and it comes on sometimes and it’s all just shitty, generic pop music. This is the better stuff. That pop music can’t compete,” she admitted. Usually Mack wasn’t one to share her music or be so kind, but he’d been listening in anyway, and he hadn’t managed to piss her off. Yet, anyway. “If this were back in the days where CDs were still a popular thing, I’d offer to lend them to you. But they aren’t a thing in my world anymore, anyway. They do a lot of other stuff, though. Good stuff.”








