Chase stopped talking when the bell on top of his door chimed. Two people walked in, one male, one female. “Hi there. Someone will be with you in a moment. Jennifer?”
“Hello there.” The man spoke first, waving at him before turning around to talk with the lady.
When he did, Chase flashed him a grin and walked over to the classic rock section, which just happened to be next to the old jazz portion where the two customers flipped through albums.
Chase picked up his last three Buddy Holly album jackets and looked over at the couple.
He wasn’t at all interested in the woman; the man was what tickled his fancy. Long brown dreads worn in a manbun, about five foot seven wearing black-rimmed glasses. Tribal ink covered one of his cinnamon-colored forearms and he sported a neatly trimmed mustache and beard.
Chase wanted to get to know this man better, but he had Mr. Simmons waiting for him at the counter.
“Uh, Jennifer will be right out, okay?”
Chase eyed the guy a little longer than he should have.
“No worries. We’re not in a rush.” The man patted the lady’s shoulder and flashed Chase a wry smile. “We don’t have anything but time, especially now.”
Did he just flirt with me?
The guy had just put his hand on this woman’s shoulder, but maybe they weren’t as close as Chase thought. He hoped that to be the case because he desired to know more about him and his tastes in music.
“Cool.” Chase nodded distractedly and turned back around. He smiled to himself and placed the albums in front of Mr. Simmons.
“There you go. These are in mint condition, too. That’s all the ones I have at the moment.” Chase couldn’t help but take a quick glance at the couple.
“This is wonderful. All of mine were destroyed in a fire at my senior citizens home three weeks ago. I will take these. How much do I owe you?”
“Oh damn, I’m sorry to hear that. I’m glad we have what you wanted then. Wish we had more, but his career was so short, and…” Chase stopped himself to keep from babbling.
Just then, Jennifer walked out of the back. He would’ve loved to switch customers, but he knew that would’ve been rude.
“Jenn, those two might need some help.” He inched in close to her and whispered, “Keep ’em here till this guy’s gone.”
“Huh? Oh God, Chase.” Jennifer shook her head as she walked away.
“That’ll be thirty-five, sir.” Chase nodded with a smile.
“Here, take fifty. These are rare recordings and should be worth a lot more. I’d like to see what other things you have, but the driver is coming to pick me up soon.” He struggled to get up after placing the money on the counter.
“No worries, let me help you.” Chase stepped around and held the older man’s hand until he stood. “Thanks so much. I’ll get the records for you, then.”
“Thank you, son.”
Chase ambled to the back room, picking the records and their sleeves from the fifties ‘H’ section. He walked back out and noticed Jennifer talking with Mr. Simmons.
He placed the money in the register and bagged up the albums.
“All right, here you go. Let me walk you to the door.” Chase eyed the younger man, who kept looking at him from afar. No doubt the guy was either gay or bisexual. Either one, Chase was game for getting to know him better.
“No, Chase, I’ll walk him out. I can stand outside with him to wait on his senior van. Besides, the couple there wanted to know more about the rare Miles Davis albums we have.”
“Oh okay, great.” Chase flashed her a smile, thankful to have such a great friend.
“Ah, Miles Davis. He was another great musician. Thank you, my lovely, and thanks again, Chase. I will be back soon.”
“You’re welcome, Mr. Simmons. I’ll be looking forward to that.”
Chase saluted him and watched them turn towards the door.