Private Finished Are CDs Still a thing?

Since getting back on Manta Carlos after he had visit home to see his cousin, Steven had mostly been holed up in his room as normal with only a few visits into town to either relax, train and finally what was the task of today, shop. He was in one of the larger more generalist stores, but the basket in his arm was filled with not much in the way of diversity. Snack foods, caffeine in many forms, tea, coffee, and energy drinks and of course as was always the way with him, a book had managed to sneak into the basket as well. Everything a man could want in holing up in his room again and work while staving off sleep as much as possible.

He had been making his way towards the check outs, when he had noticed the past saying hello out of the corner of his eye. The electronic and entertainment area of the store, with CDs and DVDs. Steven was the sort to download nearly all his non-written form of entertainment, it was easier then having to go shopping, but he was already here and it occurred to him there would probably be CDs from bands he had never heard of on the island. So pausing in his tracks, Steven looked over the CDs to see if their was anything that caught his eye.

As Steven had been looking over the CDs, he heard a quiet voice nearby him. Turning to see out of curiosity, and wondering if he was being spoken to or not. He could get distracted enough sometime to not realise. Another person was there, a women, but it didn't seem as if her attention was towards him, so her word must not have been either. She seemed focus on the cases in one of the bins.

"Glad to see I'm not the only one tempted to actually buy stuff on disc. These days I'm shocked they managed to make any money on physical sales." Steven said towards her, picking up one of the cases from the bin she was looking into. A CD, music he actaully already owned before he had moved to Manta Carlos and hadn't repurchased. He could of just downloaded it again now that it was in his mind, but might as well support the shops on the island more directly.

A collector of movies, interesting. Much in the way Steven tended toward acquiring books constantly. Movies were good, but they tended to end so quickly. "I haven't really watched much in the way of horror. Some psychological thrillers catch my eye thought." Steven replied, he wasn't sure why horror movies didn't entice him, he had certainly read enough horror books.

Steven didn't know the actress when the women explained it. He tended to not remember the names of them, or what they had done. If he had to explain one he would have been stuck in giving vague descriptions. Steven looked down at his basket and the amount that was already in it, he probably shouldn't but why not. "Well I am always welcome to recommendations."

Reaching out, his hand brushed the women as he moved to take the DVD case off of her, if she would let him and add it to his basket as well. "Not to scary is good too, but then again I tend to spend most of my time alone so I would get too embarrassed if I did freak out." Steven said in passing, trying to think of the last time he had actaully watched a movie with another person.

A movie worth mulitple watches was not common in Steven mind, but he would certainly give the film a go. Though with how the girl tried selling it, maybe he would at least keep the lights on. It didn't sound as if she was beting serious though, her grin following her words made it seem as if she was teasing to him.

"Well if your that cofident." He snipped back sarcatically at her word implying she was unsure. "But if I do freak out you'll just have to watch any later recommendation with me and keep me calm." He said with a chuckle, obviously teasing himself. "I'm Steven by the way. Steven Rosett."