The Salon

Record store Romance . Not exactly Part-2

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I took a moment or two trying to process whatever I had just heard .
"Have you ever considered seeing a psychiatrist?" I blurted out vulnerably while cringing my eyebrows . With a rather perplexing nuance

He chuckles in response , although the clear sound of his laugh got me . Sigh

This had to be some sort of prank .

" I want you out of my way shortie . "

Hey! Who you callin shorty ... Well technically I am short .

I mentally cursed himself and moved out of his so called path I was obstructing , also I needed to go to some place away from this one excuse of a guy .

Another ten minutes passed and after three songs I was hung up on records . I had to return a few I had borrowed from Darryl, the store manager .

I had currently hid myself from the world by sitting on the carpeted floor in the aisle which of course was of no avail .
" Ohh , gotcha ."

Instantly I got up and walked out again , I swear this is turning into a hide and seek game .
"Hey Natalie !!, wait ."

"Natalie ."

" Natalie ."

The beckoning for a certain Natalie grew louder , until

"Nataaaalie " , I swear one could go deaf as Nathan screamed in my ears real loud ! It was making me want to pull my hair out of my head . I walked up to his tower like body and in reaction to his 'lets make Dylan deaf ' I retorted back in anger while managing to grab everyone's attention .

"Firstly my name is not fucking Natalie ."

When the lady stood still and the child's noisy toy dropped on the floor making that weird sound , somewhat made me realise I was way too loud .

There was pin drop silence to be true .

" Secondly ..."

But before I could complete my sentence , Darryl walked up to me out of nowhere and surprised me completely .

" Dylan , honey . I might have to ask you to leave . "

" what , why?"

" You're causing commotion , honey ."

" He's right you know ."  That jackass smirked in response while giving me that particular how ironical look.

And so I flipped him the middle finger in response .

Which again got me in trouble because some random dude nearby cussed at Lord for our generation .

" That's it . Out now Dylan !!"

" But I didn't even do anything . He was provoking me . " 
I replied trying to justify my barbarian like actions .please . No... I don't wanna lose my visits to this place ...

" I'm not hearing shit from you . "

" Fine ." I admitted in defeat and not attempting to persuade him anymore .

I walked out in defeat and embarrassment , while a certain 'someone' waved at me casually leaning on the pillar .

That smirk .