“Thanks for shopping at Dress
Palace, Mrs. Winters.” I smile at our customer and hand over her
package. “See you next time.”
I love my job. I’ve been with
Dress Palace for four years. Two years ago, I was promoted to assistant
manager. Along with an increase in pay, I enjoy other perks like
medical and dental benefits, quarterly bonuses, and paid holidays.
The thing I like least about my
job is that most of our customers are women. The few men who do come in
buy something for either their wives or girlfriends. Eligible bachelors
don’t hang around here. And it doesn’t help that I’m twenty-eight and
still single—and looking.
A rich, warm male voice
interrupts my thoughts. “Can you help me find a dress that’s suitable
for office wear and social occasions? I’m buying a birthday gift for a
very special lady.”
His girlfriend, I guess.
The attractive man standing before me is a good head and shoulders
taller than me; he’s probably in his early thirties. He has wavy, dark
brown hair and striking blue eyes.
I smile. “Of course I can help.
Any particular color or style of dress you’re looking for?”
“Karin likes hot pink and teal.
And she likes floral prints.”
“Wonderful! It shouldn’t be
hard to find something. What size are you looking for, sir?”