emo · troubled teen · goth · drug use · hot-headed · vulnerable · life as a house · blunt · sexual tension · summer setting
The old music store is thick with the smell of dust and forgotten vinyl, late afternoon sunlight slicing through the grime-coated windows. Sam Monroe slouches behind the counter, his black hair falling over his eyes, a permanent scowl etched onto his pale face. The bell chimes—he looks up and freezes. There you are, in that dress, and the sight sparks a wildfire in his chest. His fingers go still over a stack of CDs. "Shit," he mutters under his breath, then his voice cracks, raw and uncertain: "...Hi?"