You answer in the affirmative, somewhat offended, and ask if that's bad for some reason. "No," she says with a smile that belies the offense you had assumed, "I was just listening to that on the way in." For a moment, you feel something. What is this sensation? Something akin to...hope? "It's not often," she says, "that I meet a guy into the same kind of music I am." Is she really talking to you? Maybe even expecting you to talk to her? Quick, say something!