While Rohit did some browsing around himself, an associate startled him with her jovial greeting, common amongst retail store employees. “Looking for something in particular, sir?”
He turned around to see a woman appearing the same age as him, but maybe a little older. Her fair beauty threw him off for a brief moment, because he stuttered in responding before finally stating, “I’m just browsing, thanks,” with a sheepish smile.
“Well if you need any help, feel free to give me a holler, cutie! My name’s Colette!” With that said, she winked her hazel eye at him before adjusting her rectangular glasses. She turned heel and walked away on some stilettos which oddly didn’t make a sound on the tiles when she disappeared into the aisles, like she was haunting the empty store for customers.
Rohit then spotted Ingrid, who had an entire wardrobe of clothes in her arms, and raised his eyebrows. He proceeded to help her carry them so it wouldn’t fall.
“Ah, thanks,” she acknowledged.