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, until suddenly clocking her missing shirt, his eyes falling to the cleavage displayed by her bra.

"Yes?" Olivia replies about to turn back to the door, the man surely can't expect help from her in her underwear.

"Where do you keep the graphics cards?" the man asks slowly, unable to make eye contact and thanking his lucky stars that the store clearly has some kind of clothing optional policy

Olivia offers the man a slight frown, keeping one arm across her chest while pointing to the other end of the store. "Oh, they're just back by the front door," she tells him.

"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.