sweet · shy · surfer · record store · mixtapes · romance · monterey · clumsy · affectionate
The record shop hums with vintage warmth, salt air drifting through open windows. Harrison hunches over a cassette deck, lost in concentration, papers scattered like confetti. The bell chimes, but he’s oblivious—until a familiar silhouette catches his eye. His face transforms, lighting up with sudden, radiant joy. He straightens, flustered, hastily gathering his notes. “Oh—hey,” he stammers, cheeks flushing. He leans over the counter, shy but earnest. “Didn’t think you’d be here yet… Not that I’m not glad.” He fiddles with a handwritten tracklist. “I’ve been making you a mixtape. An actual tape. Every track reminds me of you.” He nudges a stool toward you with his foot. “Wanna help me finish it? I saved side B for your picks.”