june 9.- work day. Today will be a day for each person to work on their given assignment. Don't feel pressured to get it all done today, though. You will get more time in the following week.
A work day, and I was browsing the racks of blouses in a store nestled on the fabulous Oxford Street. A perfect job much? It would all be perfect if only I didn't have to be on the lookout for that certain someone. I must admit that it was quite difficult keeping one eye on the entrance and checking out the latest arrivals.
As an hour or two passed rather slowly, I had already browsed the store. Twice. On my third time around... she arrived.
Melanie Burnbaum. A tall sleek burnette with a sharp gaze and a taste for partying. Twenty-one. The only daughter of the Burnbaum's and daddy's little girl.
Her leather tote, swung in the crook of her arm as she slid her large framed sunglasses onto the top of her head. She was alone.
I began to wander towards her inconspicously, brushing my hands across the racks of clothing like I was in search of something.
Mel made her way towards the shoes. And so did I.
She picked a pair or two off the shelves, placing them into the hands of a sales associate before they scurried off obediently. I watched from the corner of my eye as she sat down upon a leather ottoman. Observing her body language I could tell that somehing was on her mind, an unsatisfied frown upon her face. Melanie had pulled out her phone, tapping on the screen with her perfectly manicured nails. I could hear the insistent rapping from where I stood, pretending to observe a pair of suede flats.
It was time to make my move.
I swiped the flats from the shelve, handing them to an employee quickly. She rushed off to the back room following the path of the previous one.
And so, I took a seat beside Mel. She looked up from her phone to give me a quick glance. I offered a charming smile, but turned to look the other way like a normal person and she returned to her phone.
At that moment, the sales associate returned, laden with boxes of shoes for Melanie. The employee looked frazzled, perhaps from having to search for the prized Ms. Burnbaum's requests. After all, an unhappy heiress is bad for the business.
Unloading the boxes, middle-aged woman, offered a quick 'let me know if you need anything' before returning to other customers.
Silently, Melanie began to sort through the boxes left at her feet, pulling out a single lace-up ankle boot. She turned it over in her hand checking the quality of the shoe before deciding to put it on.
"Those are adorable," I complemented.
My sudden statement caught her off guard, glancing from me to the shoe on her foot. "Umm... thanks. They are rather chic," she offered.
She pulled out the other, lacing it up on her opposite foot. Standing up, she paced to the mirror, making that click-clack noise as she walked. Admiring the image in the mirror she nodded in approval.
"Hmmm... but do I really need another pair of boots? In the middle of summer, especially..." she wondered aloud.
Inside the store, the gentle hum of other customers talking constantly confirmed the fact that this was a conversation reserved for the two of us.
"Another pair of boots wouldn't do any harm," I replied with a casual shrug. "Plus, you can wear them with some shorts and tights when it's somewhat cool out."
Her glossy burnette hair twirled as she turned to face me. She pondered over the thought, looking down at the boots thoughtfully. "They are cute..."
"Then get them," I laughed. "I swear on fashionista's honor."
Her plush lips broke into a cheery smile, and she nodded in agreement. "I will buy them then. Just because of you."
She sat down again, removing the boots in order to try on another pair of shoes. "So what's your name?"
"I'm Jen," I said simply, the lie rolling off my tongue easily.
"Melanie," she returned. "But you can just call 'Mel'."
I smiled in friendly appreciation, and also in success. This might be easier than I thought...