Sirius wiped the palms of his hands on his jeans as he made his way to The Sound Garden. When he had started coming in here years ago, he had never really anticipated that he would feel nervous about going inside the record store; it was just a cool place to hang out and look through the various vinyls that were yearning for a home. That was before a certain blonde had started working there by the name of Elodie. From the moment that he had met her, a crush had begun to form that he hadn’t seemed to be able to rid himself of, not that he was really trying all that hard. She was funny, effortlessly so, with a good taste in music and a pretty face that made most people underestimate her. Not him, though. After all, he went to school with some pretty sweet and harmless looking kids, and there were some of them that possessed the ability to literally level the entire house that they were all living in if they put their mind to it.

It was because of Elodie that he was nervous every time he walked in the door to the record store. Over time, they had gotten to know each other decently well, or at least well enough that he had a pretty good grasp on her music tastes, but he had actually come here with something else in mind. Make no mistake, it was entirely possible that he would be leaving the store with a record, but that wasn’t his main aim.

He had every intention of asking out Elodie on a proper date. Just the two of them, somewhere that wasn’t the record store, or the Quarter Cafe, if he got his way.

Reaching forward, Sirius pulled open the door, already scanning for a familiar head of blonde hair before he heard her talk. His eyes flicked towards her immediately, and he couldn’t stop the smile that was tugging at the corner of his lips from the moment that he heard her speak.

“In all the years that I’ve been coming here, I don’t think that she’s changed the layout even once.” He let the door shut behind him, and made his way through the shelves, looking at the vinyls splayed out on the shelves before him, and had a feeling that he was going to be walking out of here with a much lighter pocket than he had walked in with. Thank god he had a job. He took a respectable amount of time working his way through the eighties section, his eyes lingering over the familiar titles and names of bands before making his way over to the gorgeous blonde currently shelving records. “Want a hand? Can’t be easy putting all of that away with people interrupting you every five minutes.” There was a kind smile on his face as he leaned against one of the shelves, his head tilted slightly to the side as he waited for an answer.