“You should get that,” she said, looking at hm in the mirror. “It makes your eyes look amazing.”
“My eyes?” he asked.
“Yes, that color looks good on you. You should buy that shirt.”
“Do you work here?”
“No,” she laughed. “I was just walking by and saw you.”
“Do you do always talk to men who are buying shirts?”
“Not unless the shirt matches their eyes.”
“I see. Then I’m one of the lucky ones, I guess.”
“Where’s your wife, or girlfriend?” she asked, looking around.
“My ex girlfriend, is probably still with my ex best friend. How about yours?”
“My ex boyfriend, might actually be your ex best friend.”
They both grinned.
“This would look great on you as well,” she said, pointing to a soft gray tee.”
“I think our relationship is starting out with you being my personal shopper.”
“I suppose there are worse beginnings,” she said.
“How do you know so much about clothing?”
She held out her arms. “Woman, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“I’ve noticed, believe me.”
“Well, that’s a relief.”
“Are you trying to pick me up?” he asked.
“I’m obviously not very good at it, if you have to ask,” she sighed.
“I think you’re better than you think,” he said, grabbing the gray shirt. “Come with me while I pay for these and then, if it’s okay with you, we can grab something to eat at the cafe. Their food is delicious.”