#risingada

Oumar’s cash flow was unsteady as always. He never had enough for things he might want. However, it didn’t stop him from going into record stores to browse. It was moments like these where he felt tempted to just acquiesce to his parents demands, to go home. He’d have to work at his parents’ real estate company, but he’d have money again to at least enjoy and engage in his hobbies. 

“Oh, that’s a good one,” he said to someone browsing nearby. It didn’t even matter what record they might have been holding, Oumar truly appreciated every genre of music. In his own hands he held L.A. Woman. “Only in my dreams,” he said as he waved The Doors record before he set it back down. Even if he could afford it, it's not as if he had a record player he lugged around to listen to it.

"So, basically, it's between this dress," she said as she finished pulling up the straps to what she was wearing now. "And that other sparkly one." She pointed to another dress that hung nearby, though she hadn't put it on just yet. She asked, because her birthday was in just under ten days. "I dunno if I want to be cute and sweet like this dress implies. Or sexy and dangerous and ready to stab someone with a stiletto like that one. I like the vibe of the other one but this feels more like who I actually am."