[ Baby's eyes open when the bell above the store door twinkles lightly over the music. He has a whole playlist, at this point, of terribly sad songs. ]
The Cure. Know them? Friday I'm In Love?
[ She looks just as young as Baby is, so maybe she doesn't, but it's the kind of songs he found on countless iPods. It must have been popular. He looks at Jo, twirling a vinyl cover in his hands. She's pretty. ]
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The Cure. Know them? Friday I'm In Love?
[ She looks just as young as Baby is, so maybe she doesn't, but it's the kind of songs he found on countless iPods. It must have been popular. He looks at Jo, twirling a vinyl cover in his hands. She's pretty. ]
You're pretty.
[ Yep. Still drunk. ]