Hunter|Sebastian Stan

Chapter One

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I carried a heavy box in my arms, struggling against the weight of the heavy records as I brought them to the front of the store.

"I've got it." I heard a voice as the weight of the box lifted from my hands.

"Oh, thank you." I smiled at the man.

"Where do you want these?" He threw a catlike smile at me.

"On that table right there would be great." I said as I walked with him to the table.

"Do they usually make you carry these on your own?" He asked as he set the box down.

"Usually I have more workers." I gestured to the almost empty record store I owned, "I think I'm too easy on them."

"You're too nice." He said, it sounded more like a statement than a question.

"More like a push over." I let out a chuckle.

"Oh I don't believe that." He smirked.

"You don't know me." I crossed my arms, tilting my head slightly to the right.

"You're right. I'm Sebastian." He smiled, holding his hand out.

"Y/n." I smiled back, shaking his hand. His hand felt cold in mine, sudden images flashed in my head, thick dark red liquid flowing, blood. I quickly jerked my hand away from his. I quickly looked back at his face, he gave me a questioning look and I realized how I must have looked.

"I'm sorry." I shook my head and pushed my hair out of my face, "I don't know what that was." I laughed awkwardly to myself.

"It's alright." He chuckled, "Are there any more boxes you need help with?"

"Actually yeah." I tried to brush off what had happened.

He helped me with several more boxes, following me around as I placed them in alphabetical order around the small store.

"So a record store?" Sebastian said from my right as he flipped through several albums as I made new labels.

"Yeah," I smiled to myself as I stuck the label on a divider, "My dad got me into old records since I was little."

"Your dad?" Sebastian asked.

"Yeah. What about you? Big fan of vinyl?" I looked up at him

"The older the better." He turned to look at me and smiled.

"You like the oldies?" I asked, looking back down at the labeler.

"You could say I'm an old soul." He smiled as if I was missing the joke.

"Not to many of those anymore." I rubbed my nose.

"You'd be surprised." He said.

"Would I?" I asked as I placed another label.

"You would." He said as I felt him move closer to me.

"You sound so sure." I quickly looked away from his blue eyes, took he small label machine in my hands and walked away from him. I walked around the counter and slipped the machine in one of the cabinets underneath the counter.