“Oh no, oh no, oh no!” Frantically, Stephanie searched for something to hide behind. He cannot see me here. Before another thought popped into her mind, she grabbed the nearest album and put it in front of her, hoping he, Jake, wouldn’t recognize it’s her behind the album.

Too late. The bell to the record shop rang as Jake pushed open the door and stepped inside. “Stephanie?” Jake asked.

Slowly, Stephanie emerged from behind the album. “Hey, Jake,” she said slowly. “What are you doing here?”

Jake chuckled nervously, “I…live here,” he pointed above, “I…can ask you the same thing. I didn’t know you were interested in vinyl records.”

Stephanie pfft. “I…am just shopping.” Interesting, she thought, of all the record shops in town, I pick the one the boy I’ve had a crush on since the first grade frequently visits, no, not frequently visits, lives above, just my luck, or is it something else drawing us together?

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