He whistled in appreciation as he piled up his groceries. “I’ll bet you’ve got all the boys after you.”
Stacy granted the old man a pained smile; her hands now moving like lightening as she scanned each item. Honestly, on her first day? “There you are, sir. Fifty-three, forty.”
He laughed as he dug through his wallet. “Both good ages. If I was thirty years younger, you’d be in trouble, young lady!” He winked at her over the three twenties he held out.
Again, she attempted to smile politely. The face that resulted must’ve been frightful, as her customer frowned thoughtfully. She printed the receipt, and counted his change. “Six, and sixty. Here you are.”
He didn’t take it. Instead, he cleared his throat and glanced at her conspiratorially. “You know, darling, I’m hopelessly in love with my wife. These flowers,” he gestured to one of his purchases. “Are for her. Now, between you and me, would a smile for a silly old coot be too much to ask?”
“No,” Stacy beamed.
“Good girl. And you can keep the change!”