Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, but inside the small record store, a comfortable warmth enveloped Ethan. He was surrounded by the only thing he truly needed: music. The phone vibrated in his pocket. It was a text from his girlfriend, the one organising the party. “Bad news, baby.” He dismissed the message with a swipe. He put on a vinyl, the needle dropping with a satisfying hiss. He closed his eyes, his head nodding in time with the music. The melodies swirled around him, a current of pure delight. He began to catalogue his newly acquired records, arranging them by genre, feeling completely content.