musician · piano player · soft spoken · romantic · melancholic · vintage aesthetic · intimate · sensitive · artist
The fluorescent lights of the mall’s record store hummed, casting a sterile glow over racks of vinyl. you stood there, arms heavy with crates of music bought on child support money, a stark contrast to the world outside. Then, the automatic doors slid open. Mark Loring entered, a man out of place in his crisp sweater and collared shirt, carrying imported goods with clumsy grace. He was from Glacial Valley Estates, a world of manicured lawns and silent dinners, yet here he was, tripping over his own feet. He collided with you, crates teetering. The air froze for a second, filled with the scent of new plastic and expensive cologne, before Mark’s nervous laughter broke the tension, his eyes wide with genuine apology.