Vacation Stay // Jack White

Chapter 2: Signature Colour Scheme

Third Man Records huh. Interesting name.

Trailing right behind Karl, Megan entered the entrance. She held her hands tightly onto the straps of her backpack. Scanning around the surroundings cautiously that were brand new to her.

Intrigued by the things that she had seen, she went to explore the place further. The main colour scheme was of two basic colours, yellow and black, which conveyed palpable signs of eccentricity for this unexplored compound. It's very own presence was literally everywhere. Leading her to infer that it could be somewhat of the owner's signature style. Another noticeable observation was the huge variety of vinyl records hanging by the walls. And turntables! Something that she had always wanted to get, but didn't managed due to the thoughts that kept slipping off her mind. The more she explored this place of wonders, the more speechless she was.

This place...It was like what a realistic version of Willy Wonka's chocolate factory would be like, except the chocolate part. An aesthetic infestation.

It was unfamiliar, all these.

To her.

A book-obsessed geek, not surprisingly for a person who writes stories for a living. Anyway, she always have a high-end sense of appreciation for the traditional side of things, like how she prefers to read physical copies of books. As they stroll and stroll, something abruptly stopped her tracks.

Standing from a fair distance, she rubbed her eyes. Staring at a vinyl record which showed a man and a woman dressing in three obvious colours. Red, black and white. The second eccentric colour scheme that she had seen after stepping into this building. Somehow, she found the man weirdly familiar yet she could not get it right on her answers.

"That's the white stripes! The band that i used to rave to you about when we were younger."
Karl spotted her staring at the album cover. 

"Ahh...I see."

Must be me overthinking again...

Megan then shrugged it off like it was nothing important. Interesting name. Maybe she should just stop watching and reading all those conspiracy theories. It was making her suspicious of anything. No way in hell did she just met a guy who belonged to that status hours ago.

"So what do you think about this place?" Karl asked, eyes gleaming with sparkles in anticipation of her answer.

"I guess is amazing...Whoever is in charge, must have a great sense of taste." Megan blurted out honestly.

"Whoa, whoa. The Megan of Megans' likes it?" Karl said in a teasingly manner to her, as she glared at him in such a solemn manner. She has been known to be picky with compliments on things or anything, especially her own work. So it came as a surprise, that she would throw in a compliment, instead of the usual nitpicking.

"Anyway, this is a great sign." He placed a hand on his chest for a moment, almost like he was relieved to hear those words.

"Why?" Megan furrowed her eyebrows in suspicion, not understanding his reaction. She wondered why did her opinion had such an impact on him. Surely, she was just an ordinary person who writes stories for a living. Nothing else than that.

"Oh is nothing, speaking of which. Do you wanna meet the man behind all of this?" Karl quickly changed the topic.

"Your boss?"

"Yup." He replied straightforwardly.

"Nahh...No thanks. So can we just go to the hotel now?" Megan quickly declined. The poor soon to be 26 year old woman was in severe need of sleep. The eyebags were clearly visible, lying underneath those dead tired eyes.