Well Aren't You A Charmer | Alastor x Reader

Chapter Two

I begin the same routine as yesterday and every other day. I am playing another jazz song this time as I flip the sign from closed to open.

While it can get tiring how monotonous this job, and any other job is, I have to admit I love working in a record shop.

As I hum along with the music playing a few customers come and go, some buying records, others just coming to look around, some even just to compliment my choice in music for the day.

The day went on. The time of the day passed slowly, each minute feeling longer than the last as the only customers I had gotten in the last few hours were just people who had wanted to look through the records and talk about their taste in music.

Since no one had shown up for a while, I decided to grab a small book I enjoyed and began reading it as I hummed along with the jazz music currently playing on the record player next to me.

Eventually I let out a small yawn as I look through the window and notice that it will be time for me to close up soon.

As the sun had almost completely set I yawned once more as a customer walked inside. As I glanced up I saw a charming looking fellow with a small smile already on his face as he walked over to the counter I'm standing at.

"You seem tired. Was it a long day?" He asked with a charming smile as he looked at me, leaning against the desk slightly.

I shake my head as a smile forms on my face. "Not exactly. It was more of a slow day." He nodded understandingly. "Ah that makes sense." He replies with a small chuckle, smiling a small bit wider. "Mind if I browse your music selection, darling?"

"Go ahead, the shop is still open for a bit longer. If you'd like any recommendations just holler." I replied back to him.

He nodded before walking off towards the jazz section looking at each of the records with a curious look on his face.

I continue to watch him browse as he doesn't venture far from the jazz section. He looked for a long while, flipping through each record, skimming across the front and back labels as his gaze skimmed the titles.

Eventually he returned back to the counter, holding several jazz records in his hand, smiling.

"Those are some good choices." I beam and I look at what he picked out. They were a mixture of old and new records, all jazz, obviously.

It was clear the man liked jazz, he likely preferred it to just about any other kind of music.

"Hm," he says with a slight laugh, looking the pile of records up and down before turning his gaze back to me with that same charming smile. "Can you tell I like jazz?" He asked jokingly.

"You like jazz? I couldn't even tell." I joke back with him as I begin to ring him up. He let out a small chuckle. "Ah you caught me red handed." He says in reply with a small chuckle.

He then grabbed his wallet from his back pocket and rummaged through it, pulling out a few dollars worth of change, handing it over to me.

As I collect the change he continues to talk. "My boss doesn't have a very wide collection for me to use when on air so I decided to splurge on some more records after I got gifted one recently."

"Ah that's wonderful. What record did you get gifted? Was it a jazz one? What did you think?" I asked with a smile as I continued to count the coins and place them into the register.

"Oh, it was 'Au Privave' by Charlie Parker." He replies, a small smile showing on his face as he says the artist's name as he watches me count the change.

I stop counting for a second as I hear the name of the record. "Oh that's nice. A sweet lady just came in yesterday to buy that exact record actually."

He seemed to perk up even more at what I had said. From the look on his face I could tell he had a very fond experience with the record. "Oh! Well that is mighty fine!" He then said, clearly excited and intrigued.

I laugh slightly. "It's such a coincidence considering I think she mentioned something about her son also working for a radio station."

I put the money away and began to place all his records in a bag. He seemed surprised and then his excitement went all the way back up as he processed what I just said.

"Is that so? You wouldn't happen to know who that woman was would you?" He asked, leaning forward onto the countertop, his excitement clear on his face.

I shake my head. "I never got her name. She asked for mine but left quickly after I told her."

He hums and leaned back slightly, clearly trying to hide his disappointment. "Was she an older lady? Quite kind looking?" He asked curiously, tilting his head to the side a small bit.

"Mhm she was." I say as I finish placing all the records in the bag and hand it to him. He took the bag, still with that large and charming smile on his face.

"Ah." He said with a small chuckle. "I think I know who that was then." He says, still smiling cheerfully.

"Oh really? Such a small world." I hum out. He nods in agreement. "Small world indeed." He then says, with a small hum as well, before he looks back up to me. "Well, I suppose I must be going. Have a nice evening, (Y/N) was it?"

My eyes widen as a smile forms on my face. "Why you sly fox." I say laughing slightly. "You should be an actor with how you just played me." I joke.

He lets out a light laugh as he places a hand on his chest. "Ah you've caught on to my shenanigans!" He replies back with a still cheerful and charming smile on his face.

"You must have liked that record a lot if you decided to come back here the next day." I grin at him.

He chuckles a small bit and nods his head in agreement. "Yes you're correct, that record holds a special place in my heart now. As I said the other day, jazz is my favorite genre and 'Au Privave' is an exceptionally good one in my opinion." He says cheerfully before pausing.

"I also may have stopped by to meet the enthusiastic record shop worker. Words straight from my mother. They made me quite intrigued." He adds.

I can't help but laugh slightly at his words. "Well any thoughts on the enthusiastic record shop owner now that you've met her?"

His smile widens at the question. "She's just as charming and sweet as my mother had led me to believe and quite pretty as well. My mothers words, not mine." He adds with a small chuckling.

"And she happens to have the same taste in music as myself which I find quite amusing. " He then says, still smiling, leaning against the countertop.

I feel my face flush slightly as I smile back at him. "Well, aren't you a charmer?" I lean against the countertop as well, matching him.

"Guilty as charged." He replies, smiling a little bit wider as he looks me up and down. "Ah," he lets out a small hum. "You look quite adorable when you're red in the face." He then says with a playful tone and a chuckle.

I cover my face with my hands. "No clue what you're talking about." He can't help the chuckle that comes from your muffled voice, clearly amused by you covering your face. "I'm sure you don't." He replies in between light chuckles, clearly having fun with this.

I remove my hands from my face slowly as I stare at him. "No clue whatsoever." He's looking directly at me when I pull my hands away, his smile widening at the sight of my still red face. "Oh yes, absolutely no idea whatsoever." He says sarcastically.

I then glance towards the window of the shop and notice it has become dark outside. He followed my gaze, looking at the now dark and empty streets outside the window. "Ah, how time flies." He says before looking back at you with a charming smile.

"Until next time, doll." He says cheerfully, waving goodbye and walking towards the door. I wave back. "Until next time." I echo with a huge smile on my face.