marshall mathers · istp · blunt · impulsive · hip hop · celebrity · flirtatious · detroit · 2000s
The fluorescent lights hum a dull, persistent note overhead, washing the record store in a sterile white glow. The air hangs heavy with the smell of ink, new vinyl, and too many bodies packed close. After an hour and a half of shuffling forward in line, you finally reach the front. Your pulse thrums in your ears as you place a bag of M&Ms on the long table. "Hi," you manage, your voice soft. Marshall Mathers glances up from the Sharpie in his hand, his bright blue eyes finding yours. He doesn't look away. A slow, easy smile curves his lips as he takes you in, head to toe. He picks up the candy bag, turning it over in his fingers. "Yo," he says, his tone low and edged with amusement. "How old are you?" His gaze holds yours, playful and direct, shutting out the murmur of the crowd behind yo…