Your lunch break never seemed long enough. Running through the mall one day, you were stopped by a man looking for his wife.
"She has eyes like a raccoon. She's wearing a frog onsie. She only has twelve teeth." You were pretty sure that person doesn't exist.
After you assured the man you had never seen the woman, a team of people swarmed you, all wanting to tell you the same thing.
"You're on TV!"
The man from before made his way to you as you were filling out one of the many forms that had been thrust into your hands minutes ago.
"Thanks for the loss out there. I'm Sal." He stuck his hand out.
"I'm ______" You shook his hand and were pleasantly surprised to find he had a nice handshake.
"In case you hadn't already realized, there's no one in a frog onsie running around the mall."He seemed to be blushing. Was he blushing? Your mind was in so many places in that moment, maybe he wasn't.
"Oh thanks, I was just about to go looking."
Your conversation was cut short by a producer rushing over to Sal, and pulling him away to go film again. Murray was sent out to convince an old man that here was a lady who looked like Bigfoot running around the mall.
The paperwork took a long time to fill out, which may (or may not) have had something to do with a certain Joker standing in front of the monitor, giving his best friend things to do in public that would surely embarrass him.
You happened to take just long enough to reach the lunch break.
"Still here, huh?" Sal made his way back over to you with a small grin across his face.
"Oh yeah, looking around for that Lady Bigfoot running around." This guy made you smile, and he hadn't even done anything to instill it.
"Are you okay with those forms? You need help? Here, let me see." Sal took the form you were currently working on and scribbled something down.
"Alright, cool. I filled out the most important information you need." He smiled bashfully at you, as your eyes met for a second.
"Hey, Romeo! You comin' or what? We only have 30 minutes!" Joe called, interrupting the moment. Sal seemed to snap out of his trance.
"I'm comin', I'm comin'," he called to his friend, before turning back to you, "seriously, look what I wrote and then use it!"
Sal turned around and joined his friends, leaving you standing surrounded by producers and assistants. You looked through the paperwork to find exactly what Sal had left for you.
You were quite surprised by what you saw.
"Let's go looking for that frog onsie. 967-2935-Sal."
