Broken and Lost

Chapter 2: New People

I grumbled to myself as I began to sort the records properly. People loved to come in here and fuck them up. I drank my coffee as I wandered around the small store, checking to see if everything was okay. Coffee in Pittsburgh was nowhere near as good as the coffee in Seattle. I sighed, I missed my city but... I wasn't going back there. 

It wasn't very busy today, no one really bought records anymore anyway but I loved this place, felt like home. "DEAN" I heard my supervisor Maria call, I turned on my heel. "I gotta leave, something going on with my kid" I chuckled a little.

"Did he punch a kid again?" I laughed but Maria shook her head.

"Got punched by the kid he punched" she let out a disappointed sigh "kids these days" she grabbed her jacket and headed for the door "oh and Dean, try to hire someone today PLEASE" I nodded and watched her walk out. She's been trying to find someone to replace Aaron who left us very suddenly.

The door opened and I braced myself for more annoying customers. A girl walked in first and examined the store, I've never seen her before, but she kinda lit up when she walked in. Her dark brown hair pulled up in a bun but her blue eyes stood out. Following behind her was a man, slightly taller his dark hair falling in front of his face as he pushed her playfully.

"CUT YOUR HAIR" she teased him.

"CUT YOUR FACE" he teased back, slicking his hair back and out of his face, I could see the resemblance between them, I decided they were related. She rolled her eyes at him and walked away from him into the store and going through records. He turned around and came directly at me, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Um" he cleared his throat "looking for a job...." He sounded kind of nervous, and I assumed they weren't from around here. He stared at me as I examined him, his face, his body shape, something I did with everyone. He was... Cute, I guess.

"Yeah there's an opening, what's your name?" He took his hand out of his pocket and held it out for me to shake it.

"Adam" he smiled slightly as I slid my hand into his, he kept eye contact, that was a good sign.

"How old are you, Adam?" I asked, writing down his name on a piece of paper.

"23" he answered.

"Got a number we can contact you at?" I looked up from the paper and he was smiling stupidly at me.

"You gonna tell me your name before I give you my number" he chuckled, I stared at him blankly.

"Dean" I cleared my throat and his eyebrows furrowed, he cocked his head to the side and his lips parted slightly.

"Who?"

"My name is Dean" I laughed, he laughed a little and I looked up at him with a serious face.

"YOUR name is Dean?" He pointed his finger at me, his mouth pulled into a smirk and he took the piece of paper from me, putting his number down and folding it, handing it back to me.

"Yeah" I folded my arms and he chuckled, nodding a little bit. "So, why do you wanna work here?" I leaned back against the counter, looking up at him. I didn't notice when he walked in but as he came up to me, I realized I was very short compared to him.

"I uh... Love records... And your store is very-"

"Cut the bullshit"

"Ok I just need money, we just moved up here and we have no source of income I gotta take care of my sister-"

"Jesus I didn't ask for your life story" I laughed. But, it was understandable, I looked over at the girl he came in with. "Where'd you come from?"