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going anywhere off campus other than his apartment is a rather rare occurrence. there’s usually just too much going on in wes’ schedule ( or, the schedule that his mother has created for him behind the scenes ) for him to treat himself with a trip out to one of the many different places their coastal town has to offer. but there are some days when he has to venture out, like today, after one of his guitar strings had snapped !! and upon searching through his guitar case for another pair he’d found that he was shit out of luck. so out and about wes goes, to wistful times to pickup fresh strings and spend a little extra time wandering the isles and finding the perfect new jazz album to obsess over.
strings in hand and the jazz aisle scrutinized, wes has found himself in indie pop, a section he secretly hopes that one day his own album will be organized, standing beside someone he’s pretty sure he recognizes, but unfortunately has forgotten the name of. he clears his throat, gesturing at the vinyl in their hands and nodding in approval. “ralph castelli, one of my favorites.” he inserts himself. “you’ve got good taste, uhhh...” he laughs a little, lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck awkwardly. “sorry, i totally forgot your name. i know that’s probably really annoying, this isn’t even that big of a school.”