"𝐎𝐇 ... 𝐇𝐄𝐘 !” words find themselves tongue tied, quiet fluttering in her chest beginning to erupt once she sets eyes on the girl in front of her; if she’d known the record store girl were this pretty, she would’ve come by a lot more often. nimble hands finger swiftly through the shelves upon shelves of vinyl, and it’s difficult not to get overwhelmed — but noah had felt her collection had been void of ... something. and she was intent on finding it ( even if she didn’t know what that something was ! ). “i’ve been looking for a new piece to add to the stuff i have at home, but i don’t really know what works well with what i got, or, like, anything specific i’m looking for; do you get that sometimes ?” she peers up at the other, gentle smile oozing through otherwise seemingly unapproachable features. “oh, i’m ... i’m noah, by the way.” she doesn’t know why she feels the need to introduce herself in front of the other, but the words leave her mouth anyway, smile lifting the corners of her mouth — “so, yeah, did you have any recs, maybe ?” — that almost immediately fall into a slight grimace, hopefully unnoticeable, when an all too familiar song begins to echo across the store’s walls. christ. / @prosperatur !