Damen (Enemy)

You were squatting in front of the music shelves, intently flipping through old record albums. Your large bag was still on your back, and your hair partially obscured your face as you searched through the titles lined up in the lower boxes.

It was very quiet; the two of you were the only ones in that corner of the store. He stood a few steps behind you, looking at the number of albums you had already browsed, and when you suddenly turned to face him, he asked in a quiet voice, "Can I help you find a particular album?"