"Oh, no way!" Chrissy says, breaking into a grin as music starts playing from his phone. The very fact of that is still pretty awe-inspiring for her, and all the more so for being able to hear music from after their time, from a band she knows. While she has no doubt that Eddie wouldn't lie to her, she's not even sure she would believe it, except that it's clear within moments that it is in fact a Fleetwood Mac song, the phone speaker making the sound slightly tinny, but the vocals distinct enough anyway.
Her teeth press to her lower lip for a moment, her cheeks suddenly feeling a little warm. Maybe it's the lyrics of the song, unquestionably romantic, or maybe it's the fact that he could so easily find this for her. Or maybe it's neither, and it's just the fact that she's listening to something she shouldn't have lived to hear. Whatever the reason, it's stupid on her part, but it's nice all the same. "They seriously went on tour twenty-five years later? That's insane."
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Her teeth press to her lower lip for a moment, her cheeks suddenly feeling a little warm. Maybe it's the lyrics of the song, unquestionably romantic, or maybe it's the fact that he could so easily find this for her. Or maybe it's neither, and it's just the fact that she's listening to something she shouldn't have lived to hear. Whatever the reason, it's stupid on her part, but it's nice all the same. "They seriously went on tour twenty-five years later? That's insane."