Chapter 3

"Why must it be such a stupid day!? First I meet those gossiping trio, then I forgot to send the data I worked so hard to complete, somehow made the deadline. Whew!" Elina sighed.

By the time she set off for shopping again, she looked nothing like earlier, face moist with sebum and perspiration and sweat stain on armpits of her baggy T-shirt made her seem like she returned from war.

Must clean my face ...and all set! Elina mumbled in her mind, who cares about what the other gender thinks, the lesser they bother the greater my safety. It's quite late, better hurry! She set off for the second time on the same day.

Everything on the grocery shopping list was conquered, other than the daily hygiene necessities like hair and skin care products for the Johnson ladies. Having understood everyone's needs better, she's always taken care of this section of the shopping with pride. Elina chose one shampoo for colour treated hair. A male voice suddenly turned up "I don't think you need that product, you haven't gotten your hair any sort of colour treatment it seems"

Sales representative? She thought to herself.

Elina turned around to reply as politely as possible, "It's fine, I didn't get that for me and I'm aware of my products," only to register that this wasn't a sales representative of the shopping centre. She shifted around uncomfortably, "umm thank you though," she excused herself.

Why would someone strike up a conversation with a stranger, creep alert! She kicked herself mentally to get sweaty palms from a random stranger.

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Okay that didn't work, she got self-conscious, why must I scare off a potential customer? Parker beat himself up in his head. Scrutinizing the girl infront of her, he observed things like her clothes, face and hair. Having noted down all those, he came to the conclusion she was either too young or her skin is maintained very well, from her hair he concluded she's never gotten any kind of treatment for her mane, he could sweet talk her into making her a new client. He reached out his business card to talk more with their to-be customer, "Little princess, you must come over to our Spa, we'd turn you into the Barbie from whom no prince can turn their heads! Come over with your Mom whenever you want to," he ended the speech with a business smile.

"Thank you for the card," Elina accepted the card, "I'll pass the word to my family members, but why do you feel everyone wants to be a Barbie?" She questioned not too eagerly.

Parker didn't ever face such rude customers, she must be going through puberty, maybe my efforts went to a waste, sigh, he was let down. "Sorry for bothering little lady, have a nice afternoon!" Parker paced off.

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How dare that punk with weird fashion sense call me little! I am 22 already, and he called me that, he thinks being taller gives him the license to treat others like kids, creep, like hell I would recommend such salon to my family! Elina had enough. She got her products and headed for the billing counter while tearing the business card she got from the stranger.

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