closed @valxreyes where / vinyl destination
Allegra hopped off the back of her bike lithely, reaching up to remove the sport helmet and attach it to the bars. The only problem with New York was that everyone wanted to sit and take a selfie on the pretty sport bike, she wheeled it to the alley alongside the dumpster. The mechanic kissed two fingers and touched them to the warm metal of the gas tank before covering it with a tarp and heading inside.
Her hips swayed before she made it through the doors to the record store, the bassline catching enough for her to hear, it flooded loudly around her when she headed in. She drew racing-red nailed fingers down the stacks of records, lingering near the S'. This was the perfect place to talk without being overheard. A familiar form crossed into her periphery and she smiled at the wall. In low tones, she asked, "What are we dealing with here, boss? They can't be serious. Did that call hit everyone?"