I’m trying not to glance down as she leans forward to slide the glasses onto my face. It’s not easy, because both her blouse and her white lab coat seem to be lacking some important buttons at the top, and she’s got way more soft, carmel-colored cleavage than could be contained by her neckline, even if it had those missing buttons. I catch a whiff of her perfume and do my best to retain my composure.
“There you go, Mr. Hollis. How do those fit? Not too tight?” There’s no mistaking the twinkle in her dark eyes as she asks.
“Just great.”
“Well if you need another fitting after you’ve worn them a while, or any other kind of adjustment” – and with this her smile becomes just a bit wider – “you can come back any time. OK?”
“Sure. Thanks for your help.”
Her smile is all sweetness now. “My pleasure.”
I take the bag with the glasses case and cleaning cloths and turn to leave. Haley, who’s been waiting on the couch near the entrance stands up and slides her arm through mine as we walk together out into the mall.