As you're on your way out of the shop, you're honestly not sure how you should feel. You felt better after looking at the employee for a while, of course, but nothing came of it, with the possible exception of you looking and feeling stupid.
Oh, yeah; You don't even remember what magazine you bought.
You stop in the entrance to add that information (you're on the wrong site if you actually care about that), and suddenly gain something better than reading material.
"Sir?" calls a voice that likely only came from one person.
"Yes?" you reply, turning to look back inside before completing your departure.
She's silent, but calls you back in with gesturing fingers. You also say nothing, simply returning to the counter.
"I just wanted to let you know you're the best thing the most-beautiful eyes in the world have seen," she tells you.
"Really?!" some confidence-lacking part of yourself asks before you can stop it. She simply nods.
Looking around the store, you notice only a few people, none of whom appear to be approaching either of you.
"Since we appear to be Presidents of each other's fan clubs," you say after a long pause (during which you both created and questioned this line), "I only wish we could schedule a joint meeting."
"I get off at Seven," she states.
You spend the next few seconds running through all the cheap lines you've heard given in response to that phrase (likely the reason your confidence-lacking part exists). Finding none you're immediately drawn to, you face the counter, and see she'd slid a businesses card your way with a number handwritten on the back.
You lift it, holding in the air briefly, before sticking it in a pocket and finally leaving the store.
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