a Mark starter for @wrciteoff
It wasn’t often that customers looked straight up angry or upset while looking about. Usually, Mark preferred to avoid those -- ESPECIALLY when he was off his shift -- but this time, the customer in question (a beyond beautiful woman scanning every shelf with savage eyes while walking across the aisles like a parchment of silk across skin) made eye contact with him. He instantly forgot that he was no longer in his uniform, his back subconsciously straightening as his body came to attention, ready to serve.
“What are you looking for?” he asked politely. Mark had no guesses, but perhaps it should have been obvious that the woman was looking for the alcohol. The second she answered, Mark nodded and said, “Of course. Right this way.”
She was already almost there, but Mark walked her across two aisles until they were faced with rows and rows of bottles of all shapes and sizes. The store’s collection wasn’t elite by any means (at least half of it was different flavours of beer), but she should be able to find something she fancied in here.
Mark was ready to leave now. Surely, there wouldn’t be any more detours. He turned to her with a small, soft smile and asked, “Anything else?”