Mat was flipping through an interesting queercore zine the one of the other employees must had left the night before, thinking about how he should probably head to the video store after work and see if they had an imported copy of Chungking Express or something, when he heard the bell above the door ring, signalling that a customer had come in. Mat looked up and smiled at the man who had entered before putting down the zine and leaning against the desk. It was then when he could get a good look at the man's face and he smiled. He was definitely cute, and the type of guy Mat could go for. Looking at the records Mat knew that this wasn't really the kind of stuff he listens too all the time. He has heard it of course, but his hip-hop knowledge pretty much starts and stops at the Beastie Boys and some plunderphonics records. "Hey man, that'll be 30 dollars." He said to the man with a smile. A slight tinge of his French accent could be heard it in his voice, but Mat had mostly buried it. It's not that he was embarrassed by it or anything, it's just that through college and moving here it has slowly started to disappear.

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