You approach Hanna

You head towards Hanna, after all, you are the salesperson in the store. Besides, you've always had a thing for her. Plus, with no annoying "bad boy" boyfriend at her side at the moment, she's more than fair game in your book.

"Yo, can I help you?"

"Oh, yeah. I was looking for you actually. We both go to Rosewood."

"I know who you are Hanna."

"Oh, really? I mean, we don't really hang in the same circles so..."

"You don't know my name."

"I'm SO sorry, and you don't even have a name tag so I can fake it."

You stop to think to yourself if she has any idea at how cute she's being and if she's doing it on purpose.

"Name's Mick. Mick Hardy." You hold out your hand for hers. You feel a spark as your hands grasp in a delicate handshake. "Now what can I help you with?"

"Well, you know a lot about old music right? That's why you work here."

"Well, yeah. I don't know if the two correlate but I appreciate the bluntness."

"Great!" her blues eyes sparkled with her response. "I have this bit of music I need someone to listen to, to tell me where it's from. I mean, it's not really my style, so..."

"I got ya. But I can't really do anything like that on the clock. So how about I come by your place and listen to what's sending shivers up your spine?"

"Yeah, sure! Um, I should be free by six."

"Works for me." She writes down her address on a piece of paper and heads out. You can't help but think her reason for being there was pretty weird while knowing she wasn't lying about it.