open to: everyone location: needle & groove record shop
the air of needle & groove smelled just like romy's apartment: sandalwood incense, dust, and old cardboard sleeves. while the ice rink was their usual sanctuary, the record store was a frequent stop for decompression. the only sound was the gritty crunch of a 90s rock track through the shop's worn out speakers. romy was browsing in the back corner, flipping through the vinyl sleeves in the garage rock section. they pulled out a black-covered vinyl, turning it over to analyze the tracklist. they didn't look up when someone approached her in the narrow aisle, though the sudden shift in their personal space radius was enough to make their jaw tighten. romy slowly slid the record back into the slot, casting a slow glance sideways. "if you're waiting for this crate, i'm going to be a while," romy murmured. "but if you're actually looking for something with a decent bassline, the classic rock reissues are on the wall behind you. this side is just noise."
james loved a good record store like needle & groove so when he got the chance to visit he would. he had a growing collection at his place and was always interested in adding more. he took his time glancing at each selection not sure yet what he wanted. hang a voice, he looked up at them with a chuckle. ''don't worry. I wasn't in a rush to look at that crate. oh hey thanks.'' he turned to look at the classic rock. ''what's your favorite ?''
