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ArishMell · 70-79, M
About two people ahead of me in the till queue at the Co-op one day, was the attractive daughter of our local newsagents.
The assistant behind the till was a lad of about her late-teens age.
As she was paying I heard this:
Him: "How's your boyfriend?"
Her, slightly flustered by this unexpected question: "I don't have a boyfriend!"
Him: "I'm going to a party tonight. Like to come with me?"
She declined, politely.
When I reached the till, still smiling at that overheard exchange, I said, "I like your style!"
The assistant behind the till was a lad of about her late-teens age.
As she was paying I heard this:
Him: "How's your boyfriend?"
Her, slightly flustered by this unexpected question: "I don't have a boyfriend!"
Him: "I'm going to a party tonight. Like to come with me?"
She declined, politely.
When I reached the till, still smiling at that overheard exchange, I said, "I like your style!"