with: lucas / @drivenadrift location: bigfoot's scratch when: aug 12th, national vinyl record day
This was a coincidence, completely and totally. Even if Elaine had been lingering and staring, it wasn't like she'd followed him into the store. One minute she was flipping through Bob Dylan albums, and then in the next she'd glanced up to spot a face that she'd only ever seen in photos, but somehow knew deep in her bones. Simple as that. Perhaps it was some sort of divine intervention (fate, her mind echoed distantly)... or just the allure of Bigfoot's yearly sale. Either way, she knew better than to ignore a sign from above.
Slow and steady, Elaine made her stealthy approach. She aimed for nonchalant as she meandered down the same aisle as Lucas, picking at a bin here and a bin there, finally pausing when she was just a few feet away. Sliding a vinyl from the stack, she examined it for a moment before angling it towards the other while asking, "Ever listen to this one?" Bruce Springsteen's Nebraska -- an album she'd heard plenty, but now wondered if his dad had ever played it after she left.
