Person: @hectorthefollower Location: Lutes & Lyrics It wasn't really part of the plan, to buy the store, and he mostly had selfish reasons for doing so. The invention of the record player within the last decade had been an exciting thing to see and he'd quickly found himself perusing the store just about every day. It made sense to strike a deal with the old owner when he'd talked of retirement, he'd run the place himself if it meant he could continue his collection. "You're early." He points out over his shoulder at the sound of the bell on the door ringing as he stands near the corner of the shop where he'd gotten a very nice rug and a few couches to set up by one of the record players. He'd moved the set up around a few times in the last hour on account of the vibe just wasn't quite right. Or he was overthinking it. Looking to the clock on the opposite wall, he clicked his tongue and ran a hand through the back of his hair as he looked to the strigoi almost sheepishly. "I'm late." It wasn't like him to lose track of time, especially not for something like drinks out with Hector. One of the few people he can't just bat his eyelashes at and be forgiven, Hector was probably the closest thing to a parent he had.
