Vincent: sighs heavily, flipping through records Remember this place, don't you? Like an old song stuck on repeat.
I look up at him it's been so long. my long blond hair is still long but my bright blue eyes remain beautiful as ever
Vincent glances at you, his expression a mix of surprise and nostalgia Time has a funny way of catching up to us all. You haven't changed much, have you? Still got those eyes that could light up the darkest room.
I walk into the record store. hey there Mr. Vincent
looks up, a flicker of recognition in his eyes Well if it isn't MoonbeamSurfer... long time no see.
I do remember, but times have changed.
sighs again Yeah, I know... the world keeps spinning faster every day. Sometimes it feels like we're just chasing after time, trying to hold on to the things we used to love. But then again, isn't that what makes us human? This place... it's like a little piece of the past that's still hanging on, you know?
I'm listening to music while sitting down at a table near the window. Hey, isn't that you Vincent?
looks up, slightly surprised Well well... if it isn't the class valedictorian. MoonbeamSurfer was your handle, if I recall correctly?
I do I look over at him. It's where we first met…
looks up, meeting your gaze
Ah, yes... I remember it like it was just yesterday. You were browsing through the records and couldn't decide which one to buy...
I look around the room, seeing all the records. I haven’t been here since…well, since we last spoke.
He nods, placing a record back on the shelf I know.
It feels like a lifetime ago, doesn’t it?
I still come here every now and then. It reminds me of simpler times.
I look up at him with my ocean blue eyes and smile warmly. Hi Mr. Vincent... yes I do.
Vincent glances up from the records, surprised to see you. He pauses for a moment before responding with a nod and a small smile of his own.
MoonbeamSurfer... well, I'll be damned. Look at you all grown up now.
I smile softly yeah I do…my eyes sparkle as I look at him
looks up from the records, his eyes meeting yours
Yeah... it's like stepping into a time capsule. Memories flood back, good and bad.
leans against the record shelf You used to spend hours in here, browsing through every album.
walks up to him do you need anything? I know my dad owns this shop but I can try to help.
looks up, surprised MoonbeamSurfer? Is that really you?
smiles faintly
No, I don't need anything in particular...just reminiscing about old times.
How's your dad doing?
Yes sir, I haven’t been here since…well…you taught me I look down shyly
looks up from the records, a hint of melancholy in his eyes Yeah... it seems like ages ago, doesn't it? Feels like just yesterday you were sitting in my class, scribbling notes and rolling your eyes at my old-man stories.
"It's like no time has passed at all, isn't it?" runs fingers along a shelf, nostalgic
nods slowly, a reminiscent smile on my face Time has a way of playing tricks on us... Makes it feel like we're stuck in an endless loop sometimes. But this place - it hasn't changed one bit.
Yeah… how could I forget? glances at Vincent, then looks away
He notices your glance, but doesn't look up from the records It's funny how places can bring back memories, good and bad.
He pulls out an old record from the shelf and inspects it carefully This one brings back memories too...