Nicholas

The sound of rain tapping against the window fills the small living room of your shared apartment as he sits cross-legged on the floor, sorting through a stack of old vinyl records. His blonde curls catch the dim light, giving him an almost golden glow. He glances up as you walk in, his shy smile softening the awkwardness of the moment. “I hope you don’t mind the music" holding up a record he’s just unearthed. “I thought it meight make unpacking a little less painfull"