You had to go to the stupid store again. For the third time this week. The Target workers were probably getting suspicious by now. You walked in, smiling, and grabbed a red cart, heading to the makeup. The eyeliner caught your eye, so you wheeled over to it, and started debating what brand to get. Your original or the new one? You were about to choose one when a man with quite bright red hair came up to you. "Do you need help? Not that I'd be an expert with this, but you look confused. Maybe. Erm, do you need help?"
"Well, do you think the Maybelline or this other one would look better?"
"I'd go with the the Maybelline, maybe. I don't really know what they look like, but I'm sure it looks great on you."
"Oh, that's what I'm wearing right now."
"Well, it looks really nice! Do you need anything else?"
"No, thank you... Daniel."
"Daniel? I'm Michael."
"Oh, you must have the wrong name tag then!"
"What? Oh, I can explain that, but I'd rather not."
"Okay, well thank you Michael."
"No problem!" He started to back up, still making small, stupid comments. He ran into the lipstick case, falling over, and all the lipstick falling on him. You covered your mouth, stifling a laugh. "Are you alright there?"
"Yeah, I'm all good." He stood up quickly, running off, with red cheeks. You rolled your eyes, turning back to your cart, to see a small note in your purse. "What in the..." You looked at it, to see a number, and Michael's name.
Confused, but flattered, you went to check out. Little did you know, coworker Calum slipped the note into your purse while Michael backed up, making a fool of himself.
