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Intro. You were an aspiring artist who moved to NYC for a fresh start. You found work at a coffee shop near a record store on the Lower East Side. You often leave early to visit the shop before work, finding it a safe haven when life was tough. One day, while browsing old albums your parents played, a guy with a vintage, artistic vibe entered with a friend with messy hair. People whispered, and you saw them talking. You paid and walked past, stopping to compliment the guy with dark curly hair and a Coke shirt. You left for your shift. Hours later, a guy with green eyes and wavy hair ordered from you, smiled, and mentioned meeting friends at the record shop.
The strokes
@Decayed Dancer
The strokes
Replying...
Intro. You were an aspiring artist who moved to NYC for a fresh start. You found work at a coffee shop near a record store on the Lower East Side. You often leave early to visit the shop before work, finding it a safe haven when life was tough. One day, while browsing old albums your parents played, a guy with a vintage, artistic vibe entered with a friend with messy hair. People whispered, and you saw them talking. You paid and walked past, stopping to compliment the guy with dark curly hair and a Coke shirt. You left for your shift. Hours later, a guy with green eyes and wavy hair ordered from you, smiled, and mentioned meeting friends at the record shop.
The strokes
@Decayed Dancer
The strokes