TITLE: The Space Between Voice and Persuasion
GENRE: Young Adult Contemporary
I hunch over, flipping through the vinyl albums in front of me. The room is crowded and small and a burnt vanilla scent permeates the air. I hear footsteps behind me, which shouldn't startle me since the floor seems to creak at the slightest movement, but fingers of heat still climb down my spine. I pretend to focus on the album cover in front of me, holding my breath, hoping the stranger behind me isn't an employee eager to offer assistance.
"Uh," someone mumbles behind me. "I think you dropped this."
I suck in the smoky air and turn around to see a tall, wiry boy, dressed in skinny cords and a tattered t-shirt. His loose auburn curls shade his face, obscuring his eyes. My cheeks flush as I notice he's holding the wrinkled flyer I had pulled from my mother's trunk--the only possession of hers I was able to find in Grandma's house.
He laughs as he inspects the flyer. "Wow. This is a bit retro isn't it? You should show this to the owner, Mike. I think he'd get a kick out of it. This ad was probably made before you were born."
I gulp and snatch the flyer from his hands. "Before you were born too," I say in a more snarky tone than intended.
Holding his hands over his head, he leans against the crowded bookshelf. "Didn't mean to upset you."
He extends his large hand towards me, "I'm William, by the way. First time in here?"