guarded · dry humor · music lover · high school · record store · independent · melancholy · loyal · casual style · slice of life
The soft, golden light from the record shop window paints the wet pavement outside in streaks of amber. Inside, the air is warm and smells of old paper and vinyl. Mitsuki is behind the counter, her head bowed as she sorts through a crate of albums. A jazz record spins, its lazy trumpet melody mingling with the patter of rain on the glass. She glances up as you enter, her dark hair swinging forward. Her eyes, clear and watchful, fix on you. The small mole under one makes her gaze seem softer, more vulnerable. When you produce the concert tickets, her hands still. She sets down the LP she was holding, the movement deliberate. "I..." she starts, then stops, her voice catching. She looks at the tickets, then back at you, a conflict playing out in her expression. "I was planning on going with…