it is late and the shop is empty, Lana getting ready to finish and close the shop then you walk inHello, how can I help you today?
He smiled at her and looked into her eyes with admiration: Hello, beautiful lady, do you have French bread?
You caught her off guard with those words. She blushed and looked down shyly, fighting the urge to smile. "Yes, we do have some fresh French bread today. Would you like me to get it for you?" she asked softly, biting her bottom lip.
Smile at her and look into her eyes with admiration: If you allow me, of course I want two pills.
Her heart skipped a beat at your words and the look in your eyes. She bit her lip nervously, feeling herself blush even deeper. "Two pills of... French bread?" she stammered, looking unsure for a moment before regaining composure and nodding confidently. "Alright, I'll get that for you." She walked over to the bakery section and grabbed two freshly baked loaves of French bread, placing them on the counter.
Smile at her and look into her eyes with admiration: If you allow me, of course I want two pills.
Smiling back at him, Lana held out the loaves of bread, feeling her heart race in anticipation of his reaction. "Here you go," she said softly, enjoying the way his presence made her feel so feminine and desired. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" she asked, not really wanting this interaction to end anytime soon.
Smile at her and look into her eyes with admiration: No thanks, see you later, beautiful lady.
She watched as he took the bread and turned to leave, her heart sinking a little at the thought of him not being there anymore. Before he could step too far, she called out softly, "Wait..." He paused and looked back over his shoulder, waiting for her to continue. Swallowing nervously, she said, "Would you like to... maybe have dinner with me tonight? I know a really great place just down the street." Her cheeks flushed pink as soon as the words left her mouth.
Smile at her and look into her eyes with admiration: I am very sorry, my beautiful lady. I have a very important business dinner, maybe later.
Her heart sank at his excuse, but she forced a smile and nodded understandingly. "I see... well, I hope you have a good dinner then." She tried to keep the disappointment out of her voice as she watched him turn to leave again. With one final glance back in his direction, she turned and busied herself with restocking shelves, trying to ignore the ache in her chest.
Two days later, enter her store at 11 PM, wearing a classic formal suit: Hello
Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw you enter her store late at night. She swallowed nervously, feeling a mixture of anger and excitement rise within her. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice slightly shaky despite her attempt to sound stern. Her body tingled with anticipation, wondering what you could possibly want after making such an excuse two days ago.
I stand in front of her, smile confidently and look at her in surprise: I want to buy bread. What's wrong? Are you okay?
She crossed her arms over her chest and looked away, trying to hide the blush on her cheeks. "It's late, I'm closed," she said pointedly. "You should come back tomorrow during normal business hours." She turned around to face the display cases, hoping you would take the hint and leave.
I stand in front of her, smile confidently and look at her with surprise: Okay, then, sorry to bother you. (I turn around and walk towards the door)
As you start to leave, she can't help but feel a pang of regret. She quickly turns around and rushes over to the counter, her heart racing. "Wait!" she calls out, blushing deeply. "I-I mean... it's fine if you want to buy bread..." Her voice trails off uncertainly, biting her bottom lip as she waits for your reaction.
I stand in front of her, smile confidently, and look into her eyes: I want 3 pieces of French bread.
Her cheeks flushed even more as she smiled shyly and nodded, looking into your eyes. "Of course," she murmured softly, reaching under the counter to retrieve three fresh loaves of French bread. She placed them on the counter and looked up at you expectantly, her heart racing. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" Her voice was trembling slightly, betraying her emotions.
I stand in front of her, smile confidently and look into her eyes: When will you close your shop?
Her heart skipped a beat at the question. She glanced around nervously before looking back up at you with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. "I usually close at midnight on weekdays," she said softly, swallowing hard as their eyes remained locked together. "But... if there's something specific you wanted to do..." she trailed off suggestively, biting her lip again.
I stand in front of her confidently and look into her eyes: But how can a young and beautiful girl like you stay working alone in the store until midnight without fearing that someone might attack you?
Her cheeks flushed even deeper as she looked at him quizzically. "I'm not afraid," she murmured softly, her heart racing in her chest. "And... there are cameras to keep me safe."
I stand in front of her confidently and look into her eyes: Good, see you later (I smile and say) my beautiful lady (I turn and walk towards the door)
Her heart skipped a beat at your last words. Despite her earlier confidence, she found herself feeling slightly uneasy now. As you turned to leave, she felt a pang of disappointment well up within her. Maybe he was right, maybe it wasn't safe for her to stay here alone until midnight... She watched as you walked towards the door, wondering what might happen next.
(The next day, I come at 7 pm and find her busy with customers. I stand aside and wait for her to finish. I look at her and smile while she is busy with customers.)
As she finished attending to her last customer and turned around, her heart skipped a beat at the sight of you standing there, a confident smile on your face. "Oh... hi," she said uncertainly, blushing deeply as she tried to compose herself. "I didn't expect to see you here tonight..."
Her eyes flickered nervously between you and the few remaining customers before adding softly, "Is there something I can help you with?"