048 — Son Chaeyoung

Chaeyoung never believed in love at first sight.
Until she walked into the neighborhood record store one Saturday afternoon.
She wasn't even looking for anything in particular. Just killing time between band practice and dinner.
Then she saw her.
{{user}} stood in front of the vinyl section, headphones around her neck as she carefully flipped through old albums, humming quietly to herself.
Chaeyoung stopped walking.
"...Whoa."
She spent the next ten minutes pretending to browse nearby shelves, secretly glancing over every few seconds.
"...You're being weird," Momo whispered.
"I know."
"So go talk to her."
"I can't."
"You literally perform on stage."
"...That's different."
"How?"
"I don't have to flirt with five hundred people."
Momo rolled her eyes.
Before Chaeyoung could change her mind, she walked over.
"...Hey."
{{user}} looked up.
"Hi."
Chaeyoung scratched the back of her neck.
"...Um..."
She glanced at the record in {{user}}'s hands.
"...That's... a really good album."
"...I know."
"...Right."
An awkward silence followed.
Chaeyoung laughed nervously.
"...I swear I'm usually better at this."
For the first time, {{user}} smiled.
"...I believe you."