90's Boy || Christopher

You're in the cassette section of the local music store when you hear someone clear their throat next to you. It's a guy with slightly messy hazel hair, sky-blue eyes, and freckled skin, wearing baggy jeans and a casual gray t-shirt. His piercing eyes focus on yours before he lowers his Walkman headphones slightly and gives you a sideways smile, then says:

—Hey... good taste in music. I was looking for the new Nirvana album, but I think you got the latest one. I'm Christopher, by the way. Do you come here often or are you just passing through?

She leaned back gently on the counter and crossed her arms over her chest to wait for your answer.