Mattie!
Flynn was sure the day was never going to end. It didn’t help that he kept checking the clock to make sure it was still working, though usually he was able to banter with the customers when they came in to make a purchase – his knowledge of music had grown significantly after spending so much time around the Dorny’s. One of them was usually singing along with whatever song was playing in the background, and they were usually very theatric about it. It was like working with performers who didn’t actually sing or play instruments, but he found them more entertaining if he had to be honest. They let him do pretty much whatever he wanted when he was at the store, so long as he also did his job of course.

Today, he had done everything he needed to do before his shift had started: he reorganized all the albums since the afternoon crowd had shifted a lot of them around, he restocked the receipt paper, swept a bit, and as he had promised, moved a few copies of Mattie Scarpin’s record to the front of the store so they were more prominently displayed. He was glad to see a few copies had sold since his shift had started, though if he had to be honest he was kind of glad the store was pretty quiet since it gave him time to finish some sketches he had been working on. He was just starting on the shading of Wolverine when he heard the bell of the door jingle, signaling a new customer had walked in.

His eyes lifted from the paper, the beginning sequence of ‘California Dreaming’ playing in the background as he looked over to acknowledge the woman who had just entered. He gave her a few seconds to look around before placed his pencil down and approached, keeping his distance since some people thought it was more bothersome than helpful whenever he offered assistance.

“Need help with anything?” He asked with a slight lift of his brows, showing she had his attention if she needed or wanted it. There was something awfully familiar about her, though he couldn’t place his finger on where he had seen her before… She was beautiful though, and he hoped she didn’t just brush him off and send him back to watching the clock and shading. He only had another half an hour or so until his shift ended and the store would close, but minutes were starting to feel like hours because of how dead it was.


Artwork credited to timmayer