It was time. Sun had to escape their flat. They had woken from their nap after work and needed to go out, didn’t Want, no, this was a need. A Need to look and touch things they aren't going to buy. No one understood. They had to. It’s important for their health. Sun chuckled at themselves and dressed. They went to Main Street Records, to start. They also had Next Chapter on their list, and if they’re feeling spicy, maybe Puzzles later. Sun liked to keep busy, going and going, it just made them feel good. They loved stepping into the record shop, the smell of the old cardboard, and the music was welcoming; it almost felt like going home, except the music was different; their parents preferred to play music from Thailand when they were growing up. Sun walked to the pop section and started flipping through the records, looking till they found a Barbara Streisand record they didn’t own, yet. Sun gave a small exhale of excitement, holding it up to read the tracklist on the back. They tutted, they didn’t plan on spending money, but... It would add to the collection.
They looked around and leaned to the person next to them, “What do you think? Yay or nay?” They asked, holding the record to the person. “I don't have this one, but also I didn’t plan to buy it, I don’t know.” They sighed dramatically, playfully. There was no sign of awkward ‘I’m talking to someone I didn’t invite out’ energy. They just had to ask, needing an outsider's perspective. What if they were going to make a bad purchase, what if they were secret streishead too? There were too many options.
