He rolled his eyes. It was just like Mia not to know the name of the band she was looking for. It wasn't annoying, per se. But he usually made it a habit of knowing what cds he was looking for when he went looking for them. It kind of bugged him when other people didn't. At least she had the first letter, though. He wanted to kill those people who said things like 'they sing that song, you know that sounds all sad but techno-y', like he knew what the fuck that meant or could read minds.
He walked over to the section labeled D. He flipped through a few of the cds, trying to find one that she'd probably listen to. "Is it this one?" He held a cd up to her face.