u/EFvo1d

This happened about a month ago

I was riding home by bus after long day in a college. There was nothing unusual or things that could catch my attention. I just stepped into the bus , paid and wanted to wear my earphones but, i heard smth , it seems familiar.

And when i up my head there was a boy who scrolled a tiktok.

I heard it for a sec but immediately identified that was TV girl, i didn't memorize what exactly song it was.

I stepped to him and asked," did he know what the song it was?"

He answered:"no actually,is it famous?" Smth like that.

Instantly, i wanted to meet him with this type of music like Tame Impala, TV girl and stuff like that.

He had a Spotify, (which weird for our country) and i found playlists, persuade him to listen each, and even miss my bus stop. But in my opinion it doesn't matter cuz if he like that type of music he'll share it with his friends etc. and it's more important and appropriate for me. In addition i enjoyed walking back to home, thinking about him.

It was just a regular evening, one of those quiet, slightly tired moments after a long day.

I stepped into the elevator of my apartment building, already half-lost in my own thoughts. Then she walked in right after me.

She didn’t look at me. Just pressed her floor and leaned slightly against the wall. She had headphones on, big enough that you could tell she wasn’t just casually listening to something. She was in it.

And that’s when I heard it.

Faint, but clear enough.

“Lovers Rock"

At first I thought I imagined it. But then the melody slipped out again through her headphones—the soft, dreamy sound I knew way too well.

TV Girl.

Not just any song, either. One of those songs you don’t just listen to—you feel.

I don’t know why, but I smiled.

Without thinking, I said,

“TV Girl?”

She froze for a second.

Then slowly turned her head toward me, eyes a little surprised, like I had just guessed something oddly personal.

“…Yeah,”

she said, pulling one side of her headphones off. “You know them?”

I laughed softly. “Too well.”

There was a pause. Not awkward—just… curious. Like something had shifted.

“What song?” I asked.

She hesitated, then said, “Lovers Rock.”

“Of course it is,” I replied.

And that’s when she smiled.

It wasn’t a big smile. Just small, but real.

Like we had just unlocked some kind of invisible connection.

The elevator stopped on my floor.

Normally, that would’ve been the end. A coincidence. A moment you forget five minutes later.

But I didn’t move.

She noticed.

“…Is this your floor?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. Then after a second: “But I can take the stairs back down.”

She laughed—actually laughed this time.

“I’m going to the 8th,” she said.

“Then I guess I’m going to the 8th too.”

We ended up talking all the way up. About music at first—TV Girl, other bands, random songs that hit too hard at 2 a.m. Then somehow it turned into everything else. Life, studies, stupid little things that didn’t matter but somehow did.

When the doors opened, neither of us moved again.

“…So,” she said, “are you really taking the stairs now?”

I shrugged. “Only if you don’t want to hang out.”

Another pause.

Then she said,

“I have coffee.”

That was it.

We’ve been together for eight months now.

And sometimes, when we ride the elevator together, she still plays TV Girl in her headphones—just loud enough so I can hear it too.