The girl didn’t notice my presence as she sifted through the various designer dresses on display in the chic boutique. She crinkled her nose at some, made disparaging comments at a couple and laughed openly at a black and gold A-line dress.
With a disinterested look, she spent the next ten minutes going through the accessories displayed behind the counter. It was clear that shopping was not on her mind.
I decided to step forward,
‘Ma’am, can I help you with anything at all?’
She looked at me with bored eyes.
‘Naah! I’m good.’
She started rooting through the scarves.
‘We have some more new collections…’
‘It’s ok! These are not good at all. Boring and little old-fashioned.’
She walked out of my boutique, like many before her. I sighed and put up the notice I had written weeks ago on the display window.
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