I got frustrated as I thumbed through the clothing rack in the Hot Topic store in the local mall, not finding a shirt that would go well enough with the shiny black vinyl pants I just bought. "Need some help?" I heard the soft, calming voice of a young man beside me. I turned, startled, and replied, "Um...no...thanks, I'm fine."
He was very cute. Most teenage boys that worked in the mall were. He had dyed-blonde spiked hair and wore black a Puma visor, with a silky red shirt, and some black vinyl pants, just like the pair I had just purchased. He had 3 earrings in his left ear, 2 lobe piercings and one at the top of his ear, and 2 in his right, both lobe piercings. "Oh...okay..." he said. I then thought he would walk away, BUT, he didn't. "Um...looking for something to go with those black pants?"
"Yes, actually, I am," I said, now flashing a half-grin, barely raising my right eyebrow. "Well...you won't find anything up here. We just got another shipment of some cool shirts in, they're in the back. I haven't brought them out to the front yet. Would you like to step back and see if you find anything you like?" He asked, very generously. "Um...are you sure you won't get into trouble?"
"Oh, I won't. My dad's the manager of the store. I'll just tell him you were a friend of mine. It's cool. C'mon..." He insisted. I finally gave in, and I followed him back to the stockroom. He pointed out the clothes rack with all the new merchandise, and I walked over and started looking. I still couldn't find anything that really grabbed my attention, so I asked, "Where did you get your shirt? I really like it."