Breakfast for Dinner

(Sorry Chey, but looking through my binder is much eaiser than getting frustrated over writing something decent right now. I don't remember where this story was nessisarly going, but it's about you and Eric. So, enjoy. I may use something like this in a chapter for Once Around the Ride, but of course, i'll change it up to make it sound better.)

Inside the small record store, the outside world faded away. Here, there were no high ceilings, only the soft glow of lava lamps and neon guitar-shaped lights. Dozens of shelves lined up together along the walls.
"Hi, there," a man stood stood behind the counter, "Anything I could help you with?"
"Just looking, thanks." Cheyenne said, shooting a friendly smile to the man.
Cheyenne bypassed the shelves of records as she obsereved the posters along the walls. The record store had an entire wall devoted to Led Zeppplin.
Cheyenne shot a glance over her shoulder to Eric, who was slowly following behind her with his hands tucked into the front pockets of his leather jacket. "What are you looking for?" He asked, flipping his bangs from his eyes.
Cheyenne ran her fingers across the cover of Motley Crue's Theature of Pain record and replied, "This is it."