Imagine going shopping for the day. You browsed the aisles of a record shop quietly minding your own business. You looked through the rock section, your favorite, and smiled when you picked up a Piper at the Gates of Dawn album.
"Are you a fan?" You heard a voice ask from next to you.
You looked up and nearly dropped the album as you met eyes with Roger. You quickly did a double take at the album cover to see if the picture matched and you weren't dreaming, it was him.
"Of Pink Floyd I mean," he asked, gesturing towards the album with a little laugh.
"Am I fan?" You repeated, still a bit dumbfounded, "y-yes! I love, this," you said holding up the album.
You turned bright red when he giggled at your stuttering, "It's good to know pretty girls like our music," he said with that big smile of his.
You laughed along with him and felt yourself becoming more relaxed as you stood with him.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"(Y/n)."
"(Y/n)," he repeated with a nod, "I like you."
"You're alright," you teased with a smirk as you looked up at him.
"Oh am I?" He responded with a laugh, "well in that case, I suppose you wouldn't mind me buying you lunch?"
"I wouldn't mind too much."
"It's a date then," he said with a confident nod, "shall we?"