Dudley wandered into the small music shop, thankful safe cool haven from the summer heat. Deciding that it would be best to wander the shelves if he didn't want to be kicked from the shop, he began to look through the different albums and titles.

It was quickly apparent that the shop sold vintage tracks and records. He shuffled through a rack of old Beatles albums, rolling his eyes at the mainstream titles before moving on to the next rack.

"Do you need help with anything?" Dudley turned back to look at the young woman sitting behind the counter. She was sitting on a stool and swathed in a long flowing shirt that jingled every time she moved.

He noticed that there were tiny bells sewn onto the fabric as he nodded, "Do you have any of the American music from the eighties? Like the Bangles?" The girl nodded while pointing to a rack on the far right wall. "Thank you..." He hesitated, seeing as he didn't know her name.

"Padma." She said easily and he grinned.

"Like Padme." At her confused look, realizing that she could take offense, "Uh, it's this woman's name from Star Wars."

A look of remembrance crossed her face as she giggled, "Ah, I see. You can call me that if you'd like, she was an incredible woman." Then she shot him a mischievious grin, "Although, maybe I should call you Anikin."

"It's Dudley," He said though the brief thought crossed his mind that this girl could call him anything she wanted.

Padma smirked, "Oh, definitely Anikin."