I had just left my sleazebag boyfriend and had moved back home. To try and get my life together again, I decided to get a retail job in the mall until I could re-enroll in school again. My hours were very limited at the new job. And since it was seasonal, I did my best to make sure I was being noticed so that it would hopefully lead to a permanent part-time position. I slaved away at the register, did as many closing shifts as I could, and even covered shifts for half of the girls that were newly hired with me.
As the weeks went by, I was getting more on-call shifts than usual, so I was more aware of the type of customers we got, usually women and young teens. One day, as I was restocking the shelves at work, I heard a deep male voice behind me.
“Um, I have a question, miss?” I turned around and a man old enough to be my father was looking at me, eyebrows raised with a confused look plastered on his face.
I smiled and replied, “Of course, how can I help you?” I put the remaining lotions I had in my hand down on the shelf and motioned for him to go on with his question.
“Right, I was shopping for some lotions for my wife. The thing is she’s very picky when it comes to the fragrance. I want to get her something that smells good and that she’ll like. Not only for her but for me, you know?” he smiled at me and I felt myself get flustered. He was obviously older than me, but there was still something attractive about him. He had beautiful blue eyes and was a foot taller than I was. At his age, he was in shape and you could tell. If it weren’t for the salt and pepper hair he was sporting, he would’ve looked a lot younger than what he actually was.
Taking my eyes off the older man’s face, I glanced at the shelves full of lotions and body sprays, trying to remember the newest fragrances we had on sale. Not being able to think of any at the top of my head, I changed my mind and did what we were trained to do. I took the older man to the section of our more popular scents.
“Well, right here are our signature scents; they’re our most popular ones. I’m not sure if she’s more into the richer scents or is she more of a citrus, clean smelling kind of person?” I grabbed two lotions and dabbed some on my hand, rubbing it in so that he could smell it. It was something that I was used to doing, since my customers were usually other women. So when the gentleman grabbed my hand and brought it up just an inch under his nose close to his lips, I felt my face go red. Trying to play off my nervousness, I smiled politely.
“She’s definitely into the richer scents,” he chuckled as he said some sort of inside joke that I was meant to understand.
“Oh, um OK. Well, this one happens to be one of our bestsellers. And here we have—” I was cut-off by Mr. Blue Eyes.
“Do you mind if I ask you how old you are?”