Sometimes he thinks he might be the only person in Boulder that still shops for music in a record store.
There's one on main street that he frequents and it's a real hole in the wall, old dusty posters of bands that haven't played a live show in twenty years line the exposed brick walls and it always smells like vinyl and something he's never been able to put his finger on.
He loves it.
He's got a rare day off and the weather outside is gorgeous so he grabs his wallet and phone and sets off in the direction of the store. There are only two other people inside of the store when he gets there, a tall older man in the jazz section and a tiny brunette standing at the counter.
There are rows and rows of records and he thumbs through them randomly, not really in search of anything specific. Something always catches his eye and today is no different. He's always been a Stones fan and he's almost shocked to realize that he doesn't own this particular album on vinyl. A hand brushes his when he reaches for it and he turns (and has to look down) to see who was reaching for it when he was.
"Oh! Sorry about that," she says as she drops the album and pulls her hand back to her side. The brunette from the counter. Who happens to be drop dead gorgeous, by the way. She's blushing something fierce and it looks really good on her.
"Don't be," he smiles. "It's a great album." She nods and gestures to it.
"It's the last one," she says. "You should be the one to buy it." He shakes his head. No way is he going to be that guy, especially not with a girl like this.
"No, you should. I'm sure this isn't the last copy in the world." He picks it up and hands it to her. She grins and turns it over in her hands, runs her fingers along the songs listed on the back. It's obvious she's a music lover and it really just makes her that much hotter.
"I'm Emily," she says, turning her eyes back up to his.
"I'm Damon"
"Well Damon," she grins. "How about I buy you a coffee in honor of your musical sacrifice?"
What kind of idiot would say no to that?