It had been a long day.  Stock had arrived.  The delivery had been wrong.  The driver didn't want to wait for it to be sorted out.  Her manager went home ill.  She worked alone.  She had been pricing and placing all day between customers.  She worked hard and fast to do the work of two in order to not be there all night and work again tomorrow.  The strain showed on her tanned, almost olive colored skin.  Her long raven hair in a single braid down her back - easier to work with it tied up.  Her almost amber eyes, seemed more orange than amber with the weary drudge she wore.  She tried to force a smile for the latest customer, after all, it was not the customer's fault she was having a lousy day.  She lifts her eyes to him.<br/><br/>The blue of his eyes almost glow.  They catch her immediately.  She is almost entranced.  It did not hurt at all that his face had that boyish charm that just melted her.  Nor did it hurt that his inky hair was only a shade or two different than her own raven strands.  The way the hair hung over his face shrouded him in mystery, but just enough to tease the mind into capture.  She was caught too.  Her mind racing with thoughts and images that would normally make her blush.  For some reason, she invited these thoughts and images tonight, not shying away from them at all.  Nor did she blush.  Finally, she remembers that he was asking her attention.  Well, he had it, but it was well past time to verbalize a response.  "yes?"  Her voice cracked.  She instantly started to kick herself for the lack of smoothness, starting to practice the simple word over and over in her head.  She tries once more with an only slightly more stable voice "yes? May I help you?"