Vinyl Store

With the recent relocation to Pineridge, I've found myself stressed more often than not.
In a desperate attempt to cure my boredom I made my way over to a vinyl store, Edouard's favorite record has degraded to a skipping mess, I mean what can you expect when you play it every. single. morning. So I thought to replace it out of the kindness of my heart. 

I met this... cheery guy there, he had this bright blue varsity jacket and had enough joy to rival a class of kindergarteners during a pizza party, it was refreshing weirdly enough. This town has been a supernatural cesspool since we arrived. 

He talked... a lot, more than you should to a total stranger, turns out his name was Matt, he's been a Pineridge resident since birth a star athlete in highschool, and worked at the vinyl shop for some quick pocket change. 

Fortunately enough, they had a pristine copy of Ed's favorite vinyl, cost me a pretty penny but Matty D. (His words, not mine.) offered me a 10% discount which was awfully nice of him.