Snippet #1864372

Before staring on the nitty gritty of cleaning the camera, Chris has gone over to his record player and dug around for something to calm him as he cleaned. He spotted an old record of Glenn Miller that was his mother's. He couldn't think of anything better to play on an evening like this and placed the record on the player, carefully setting the needle on the outer edge. While all of his friends had moved on to iPods and the such, Chris still kept a special fondness to record players and the crisp sound they produced from records of old. Humming along to "Little Brown Jug", he returned to his work desk and unpacked cleaning solutions and ear swabs from the drawer below.

A few minutes later he thought he heard the click of the door. A glance at the clock told him that he should have turned the OPEN sign to CLOSED 30 minutes ago. Shit, he thought, pushing his chair back to head to the front. Any other day he would accept customers later but he had to get going to his cousin's soon. "Sorry, we're..." he began as he approached the shadow in the doorway but he stopped short when he saw the wet shivering girl. "Adriella!" he gasped, hurrying up to her. A glance behind her to the ally showed no cars or taxis. "What...did you walk here?!" Her shivering made her look so small and pathetic and again he got an image of a lost kitten in the rain. "Come in, I'll get some towels." He hurried to the bathroom in the back and, thankfully, found some clean towels. Pulling a stool close to the heater, he would motion to it for her to sit down. "Here, it's warmest here." The soft drifting sounds of Tuxedo Junction echoed throughout the studio.

"You okay?" He was so close to kicking himself now for letting her leave with that man.