Locked to Kira
Who: Justin What: Leaving work Where: just outside of Last Chanve Records When: Around 5pm-ish
Last Chance Records had been everything Justin could have ever wanted in a store—let alone, it was anything he could have wanted in a job. The people were, for the most part, nice. Some were more musical elitists than others, but it was nice and refreshing in a way. Most of them were either surprised that he knew so much and could actually carry on a conversation or debate about certain bands, where others found holes in his knowledge to be appalling. Needless to say, it was all pretty much a learning experience. He wished he had a place more like this in Virginia. Imagine how different (perhaps even snobbish) his views would be on music. Would he sit there dissecting it more than he already did? Take apart the whole and not simply enjoy it? He liked music; loved even, and he didn’t want to be one of those people who didn’t enjoy it but saw it… well, it was like the critics. Movie critics, even. They tended to judge a movie on its message and its artistry and picked it apart for their review. It seemed that some of them lost the fact that movies were meant as entertainment. Sure, just the same as music, there was the fair share of crap out there. Basically, Justin didn’t want to forget the fact that this was something he enjoyed. He didn’t want it to be something to criticize.
He had been working there for a couple of weeks; maybe even a little over a month—he was never good with the concept of time. And he absolutely fucking loved it. Sure, it was just a job, but it was nice to be around people who were semi-like-minded. Again, it was refreshing. Danny had assigned him the fun task of alphabetizing a section while double checking their inventory. It was then that he had come across it. No, it wasn’t the holy grail of CDs, but still, it was one of his favorites. Justin chucked the CD onto his cart and kept on working. At the end of his shift he purchased it with the employee discount (not a bad deal, considering Danny let them have first dibs on new merchandize—within reason).
Justin pulled out his cell... but, he wasn't in the habit of having many friends. It was like he forgot who he had even thought to call. His thumb navigated through his phone book, trying to find the one person who he thought would actually appreciate his find. Kira. Justin worried on his bottom lip, finger hovering over the call button as he weight his decision. He hadn't called her back because of the whole werewolf thing. Sure, as a person, he liked her. So far, she was interesting and seemed to, at least in some way, shape or form, get him.; that was rare. But, he wasn't sure he was ready to have his worlds collide. He was so apt to pushing his wolf side away, suppressing it and pretending that it didn't exist. Kira hadn't brought it up, but Justin still had that voice in his head, like a warning. But, really. What danger could there be in a phone call and hanging out?
Throwing caution to the wind, Justin hit send on the call button and brought the phone up to his ear, hoping she wouldn't be offended that he didn't call sooner.