✯ —- ”Thomas, we asked you not to” John yelled at him, as he found his way into a record store, that had drawn his attention. “Just go without me. I really need to see this” he yelled back. John frowned as he disappeared down the streets. No surprise, since he hadn’t been talking about anything but food the last hour.
Thomas felt the warmth embracing him tightly as he stepped inside and closed the door to keep the nasty weather on a hold for as long as he was going to be in there. As he stepped forward, the snow peeled off his winterboots, while his eyes were searching the titles, going straight for the vinyls, since he hadn’t really stepped onto a place like that in a long time, because of all the travelling, they had their base in Europe. A smirk appeared on his lips as he slipped his fingers between the vinyls. ABBA, Frank Sinatra, ZZ-top, Hayley Westenra, all the classics were there and he felt utterly blessed. His attention went from the vinyls, when he moved along the booth and bumped into a darkhaired lady. ✯ —- ”Oh, I’m sorry miss” he apologized, glancing at her, feeling how his cheeks started to get all warm. Wow, she was beautiful.
Bambi didn’t even give a single glance when the door was opened. She kept trying to find the velvet underground vinyl. She sighed heavily as she moved to another booth and bumped someone. Her eyes were locked on him, she felt like she had met him before somewhere but she couldn’t remember. Then she realized that she had seen him on TV before, but that didn’t satisfy her, she knew somehow that they had met before.
“It’s alright” she gave him a sweet smile, as she was trying to remember who the guy was.
Bambi walked to another booth as she grabbed a hair band from her pocket then tied her hair up, showing the scar on her neck that she got when she was a kid. The scar that she wanted to get rid off, the scar full of painful memories.
“I’m sorry, Bambi” Bryan said as he got out from his office, “what did you say again? TVU?” he grabbed the vinyl and handed it to her, “one and only”
Bambi smiled widely at him as she took the vinyl, “thank you, Bryan” she put it next to the turntable, and looked for the other albums. She glanced to the guy that bumped her earlier, learning his form. “Come on, try to remember” she whispered to herself.