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Jeffrey nodded when the woman- Evelina- said she’d help him, and told him to follow her. He wondered if she got stuck with an old nametag, or if she just wasn’t the biggest fan of her name, but ultimately he knew it didn’t really matter. He was here to get a gift for his sister, and she’d forget all about him once he left. She was pretty, though, and had a unique style about her, too. Jeff liked that, honestly.
She asked him what kind of music he liked, and Jeffrey sighed to himself before answering, “If I’m being honest, I’m not totally sure. She likes loud music, with singers that wear tight pants.” the fact that that was the only thing he’d ever really noticed about her music was, perhaps, not the best review of him as a brother, but it was true enough. She asked him about him and his sister being twins, and he talked as they went looking through the shelves, “Yeah, we’re twins. We were always together growing up, but I guess that’s normal.” The chuckled to himself, almost nervously, “She’s always been cooler than I am, though.” Yeah, that was exactly the sort of thing you tell a pretty girl, that you’re not cool.
He tried to remember some of the bands or songs he knew she liked, and offered them when they came to him. Jeff offered a polite smile when Eve handed him some cds she thought his sister would like. He turned them over, checking out the cases for a second. He really didn’t know what made for good music, but they looked like bands she might like, so he figured they would be good picks. She pointed out that one was a favorite of hers, and he smiled at that, “Thank you,” He cleared his throat, “I mean, I know it’s your job, but still. I was a little hopeless.”
He followed her back to the counter, so he could check out, and he couldn’t help but want to say something to Evelina. He knew this was where she worked, and he didn’t want to be creepy, but he just kind of liked her. It could go horribly wrong, but worst case scenario, he never had to come back to this particular music store. New York was a big city, so his chances of running into her and seeing her wherever he went were probably pretty low. “I, um,” Keep it cool, Jeffrey, “I really like your hair.” Come on, you can’t think of anything better than that? This girl probably gets that constantly: she’s a cute girl with cool hair, working in a cool music store. “I just mean that, you know, you’ve got this cool and unique vibe going on, and you-” He stopped, and all but laughed at himself, “I’m sorry, that was weird.” He made a mental note that he was bad at flirting, “You’re just very pretty, and I’m a little awkward.”
He paused, realization dawning on his face, “Oh, I know you’re at work, I’m not… I mean I know that you’re being nice because you have to I just…” He shook his head, “Sorry. Thanks for your help.”
Jeffrey nodded when the woman- Evelina- said she’d help him, and told him to follow her. He wondered if she got stuck with an old nametag, or if she just wasn’t the biggest fan of her name, but ultimately he knew it didn’t really matter. He was here to get a gift for his sister, and she’d forget all about him once he left. She was pretty, though, and had a unique style about her, too. Jeff liked that, honestly.
She asked him what kind of music he liked, and Jeffrey sighed to himself before answering, “If I’m being honest, I’m not totally sure. She likes loud music, with singers that wear tight pants.” the fact that that was the only thing he’d ever really noticed about her music was, perhaps, not the best review of him as a brother, but it was true enough. She asked him about him and his sister being twins, and he talked as they went looking through the shelves, “Yeah, we’re twins. We were always together growing up, but I guess that’s normal.” The chuckled to himself, almost nervously, “She’s always been cooler than I am, though.” Yeah, that was exactly the sort of thing you tell a pretty girl, that you’re not cool.
He tried to remember some of the bands or songs he knew she liked, and offered them when they came to him. Jeff offered a polite smile when Eve handed him some cds she thought his sister would like. He turned them over, checking out the cases for a second. He really didn’t know what made for good music, but they looked like bands she might like, so he figured they would be good picks. She pointed out that one was a favorite of hers, and he smiled at that, “Thank you,” He cleared his throat, “I mean, I know it’s your job, but still. I was a little hopeless.”
He followed her back to the counter, so he could check out, and he couldn’t help but want to say something to Evelina. He knew this was where she worked, and he didn’t want to be creepy, but he just kind of liked her. It could go horribly wrong, but worst case scenario, he never had to come back to this particular music store. New York was a big city, so his chances of running into her and seeing her wherever he went were probably pretty low. “I, um,” Keep it cool, Jeffrey, “I really like your hair.” Come on, you can’t think of anything better than that? This girl probably gets that constantly: she’s a cute girl with cool hair, working in a cool music store. “I just mean that, you know, you’ve got this cool and unique vibe going on, and you-” He stopped, and all but laughed at himself, “I’m sorry, that was weird.” He made a mental note that he was bad at flirting, “You’re just very pretty, and I’m a little awkward.”
He paused, realization dawning on his face, “Oh, I know you’re at work, I’m not… I mean I know that you’re being nice because you have to I just…” He shook his head, “Sorry. Thanks for your help.”