Interrupted by a Customer

"Oh hi!"

Olivia suddenly turns away from the door as she hears the voice right behind her. There standing only a few feet away is a man in his early forties, smiling at her happily.

"Hi," Olivia replies trying to think of a good excuse to slip away.

"Where do you keep the graphics cards?" the man asks slowly.

Olivia offers the man a slight smile, pointing to the other end of the store. "Oh, they're just back by the front door," she tells him, before turning back towards the back room.

"Great," the man says a little uncertainly. "My son was after a new one for his birthday, I think he said it was an N-**** or something like that, do you know if you stock those?"

Olivia sighs, torn between her predicament and remembering the poor customer service warning she received last week. "We've got a selection of NVIDIA and GeForce cards back there, they're all in the same place," she explained as quickly as possible, before turning again.

"Oh... what's the difference?" the man suddenly asks and Olivia looks longingly at her escape door.