Love Me Like You Do

..:: Six ::..

The coming days came and went like she had run a marathon. Sarah's mind was still in a whirlwind after the meeting with Michael. She was still refusing to believe that she had actually met and spoke with the legend himself. Yet the forever reminder of the signed CD and the paper with his number bring the memories rushing back.

She sighed and allowed a smile to grace her lips as she got ready for work. A part time job at the local music store. A college student has to make a living somehow, right?

Pulling a ponytail behind her head, she sighed and adjusted her outfit. Just a simple blouse and jeans, with converse sneakers adorning her feet. So totally nineties as one would call it.

Locking the door behind her, the sound of light footfalls echo through the hallway of the apartment complex. She made her way outside to where her bike awaited her. As embarrassed as it felt, it was a way to and from work.

Luckily traffic was light this morning, and even more so the shop was just a couple of minutes down the road. The early light of the morning began to wash over the tall buildings of the city as its heart began to beat and come to life.

Birds chirped merrily all around, singing sweet melodies of life and love. Sarah smiled at their sweet chips and twitters, taking in each note to heart.

Bringing the bike to a stop, Sarah secured the lock around the lamppost and let out a breath as she unlocked the door for the day. The shop was quiet save for the birds outside and the sounds of her soft breaths. Her thoughts refused to shift away from the interview. Michael had left her speechless and longing to learn more. Yet she was afraid, if one could call it that, to reach out to him. The man was surely busy as hell, and not one to impose she decided to wait.

The sheer curiosity nearly got the better of her, that's for sure. Sarah began sorting through the new arrivals and restock for the day, thankful for any kind of distraction. She was looking forward to the day when HIStory would arrive, to help set up the display has more meaning now.

She had yet to listen to the advance copy, surely it was unpolished and filled with demos and rare recordings. It remained on her desk next to his phone number, untouched and awaiting the day she decided to listen. 

Perhaps after work or the next day.

Sarah reached up to set a stack of cds on a top rack, just as the doorbell signaled a customer.

"Be with you in a second," Sarah chimed over her shoulder.

"I'm in no hurry, miss." Replied a deep male voice. 

She smiled and continued the task at hand. Oddly enough the albums which required the most attention were Michael's, the store just couldn't keep proper stock of his music. Before she could comprehend, her balance went from under her and braced for impact.

Only to have a pair of large and strong hands steady her before falling. Her eyes were met with those of the male who entered the shop moments ago, shielded behind a pair of aviator sunglasses. 

"Wait, Sarah?"

To her surprise, the customer was Michael, although his appearance was altered to avoid commotion and attention. If not for those deep doe eyes, she may have never known it was him. 

"Michael?" Sarah whispered, blushing deeply at the feel of his hands around her waist. "What brings you here?"

"Oh, just a break from the album. It's been set off to production. I kinda have some free time. Decided to do some window shopping undercover." He grinned.

She smiled and brushed a stray lock of hair away and behind her ear. "I know it's gonna be amazing, we always have a hard time keeping stock of your music."