The same girl (Indian/Saudi)

Josh's jaw dropped. It was the same girl, in every way except one, and it pushed her from a 9 straight up to a perfect 10. Essentially: her tits were huge! They should have looked fake, nothing without bones had any right to defy gravity like that, but they just looked... glorious! He gawked stupidly, brain coming to a full grinding halt as it was faced with the impossible task of memorizing every detail of the mounds before him. Unfortunately that left him with about half the brainpower needed to come up with a coherent sentence.

"Wha...?"

"My eyes are up here, handsome."

Josh rocked back, mentally slapping himself out of the fugue state he'd momentarily entered. He flushed a deep red as he realized what he'd just done but the girl just smirked at him. Wait, did she just call him handsome?

"I said, did you find everything you wanted?"

He cleared his throat, "Uh, yeah. More or less."

"Good. I'm Shannon by the way." She shook his hand firmly and he struggled to remember his name in the face of abject embarrassment, "Josh. Sorry about..." he coughed. She raised an eyebrow, waiting. "That." he finished lamely.

"About what?" She turned and walked back into the aisles, leaving Josh dumbfounded at the cash register. He looked down at the piece of paper in his hand, a number scrawled across its face. There was some reason why he shouldn't dial this... but he was having a really hard time thinking of what it was.