âWhat the hell are you doing in my record store?â
âAh, of course, looking for recordsâ She laughed. âDonât mind me. Iâm off of my head these days.â
ââIs that how you receive your favorite twin brother.ââ He gasped after saying that in a fake dramatically offended tone. ââHow rude of you, Macarena.ââ He hummed shaking his head and adjusting his dark green suede floppy hat as he walked towards the black-haired muse and smirked at her.
She couldnât believe her eyes. She screamed and ran towards the brunette and threw herself at him. thank God they were the only ones at the record store or sheâd have made a fool of herself.
âYouâre here!â She pulled back and looked at him, smiling. âOh my god, youâre here!â
Marc had a soft smile as he looked down at her and hugged her back. ââHere, there and everywhere.ââ he placed both of her hands on her shoulders. ââAny discounts for your favorite old boy.ââ he asked as a joke and looked around the store.
âDiscounts?â She chuckled. âLeave that to Eric Clapton. Take anything you want, for you it's free,â she truly meant it. âTake a look around! Now, what are you doing in Los Angeles? Are you going back to Frisco?â
















