A PURPLE DESIRE

THE CUSTOMER

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This book contains adult language and scenes. This story is meant only for adults.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, place, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Certain longstanding institutions, agencies, and public offices are mentioned, but the characters involved are wholly imaginary.

CHAPTER 1

A woman of medium height, with a beautiful smile and a dimple on her cheek? that made her even more attractive. She is very gentle now in assisting, and answered some question by the customer in the counter.

"It's beautiful for women to wear this, it adds a better aura to her because it shines like plated silver watches. Also it will fit on any occassion followed by your nice out fit."

"I know, gold is really beautiful. But I would rather choose, the smallest one." The customer pointed at the third one red box  handed by the clerk on the counter.

The beautiful sales clerk opened the third box, and she placed it in the right hand of the female customer. Then she smiled, "Nice madam, it really fits in you."

"Oh yeah... I want to buy also the another one, for my mother."

"Sure, thank you madam" the clerk smiled after she locked the watch on the customer hand and placed two boxes on each small paper bag.

The clerk processed her payment through a debit card handed to her by the customer but, right after the transaction there is another customer who came.

With a burst of brisk cold air and laughter, a tall and handsome man walked in, with a drop of water falling into the broad shoulders of his milky white jacket. He has a black and a curly hair. He looks like a korean actor Lee min ho in the drama series "meteor garden"

Walking beside him, was a woman of equal height, exuding elegance and grace with her long, flowing black hair cascading down her back. She was dressed in a stunning full-length red mink dress that hugged her figure in all the right places, while a matching hairpin glistened atop her head. Completing her ensemble were striking red high-heeled shoes that added a touch of sophistication to her look. They both carried gift bags from a well-known boutique. They were laughing and enjoying themselves, shopping along.

Coming around the long glass counter, Lea gave her client the gift-wrapped package. Lea smiled as she presented her customer with the receipt for the gold watch she had bought as a present for her birthday.

"This is so perfect gift that I've got for myself, thank you!"

"Happy Birthday Ma'am, please be careful out there. The rain seems to be strong today." Lea gracefully guided her client towards the door, engaging in a pleasant conversation as they prepared to part ways.

"Thanks, see you next time," her client said before bidding farewell.

Lea turned with a smile to greet the new customers. She took a step back, her heart frozen, the greeting died on her lips. Frank! She hoped they didn't notice her stunned expression. The man seemed to be looking through her as he said, "We wish to see the ruby and diamond strap of watch you have in the window."

"Ah... Ah... Ye-Yes," she stammered, her voice sounding strange to her own ears.

Walking in front of them, Lea snapped out of her momentary daze and tried to control the turmoil brewing in her head. Her thoughts were running wild. "It couldn't be him, but this man could be his twin. Only Frank doesn't have a twin."

Inhaling deeply, she confidently guided the customers to their table, graciously allowing them to take their seats. The couple placed their newly bought items on the gleaming mahogany surface. The tall, strikingly handsome man gallantly assisted the beautiful woman in removing her coat, handing it over to Lea without even sparing her a glance. Lea delicately hung the mink coat on a luxurious gold-toned hanger before carefully stowing it away in the closet. As she turned around, she found him standing right in front of her, almost colliding with him in the process.

He handed her his coat, his fragrance clinging to the cashmere, the fabric still warm from his body. Mumbling an apology, which he ignored, she breathed deep, trying to still her trembling hands. "He is not him!" Lea talk to herself again.

As the aroma of his cologne filled the room, it danced through the air, captivating everyone's senses. In that moment, Lea's heart skipped a beat, fluttering with a mix of excitement and anticipation. With grace and poise, its extended an offer for a refreshing beverage for Lea, but both of them politely declined, their attention solely focused on the unfolding conversation.

The woman gracefully settled into one of the plush red leather armchairs, her golden locks cascading around her like a shimmering waterfall. Meanwhile, the man stood tall, his hand gently resting on the back of her chair, a silent symbol of support and affection.

"I'll be back with the watches you wish to see." Lea said.

Returning with the beautiful brand and high-end design of watches, Leah laid it on a blue display small box. Again, Lea froze. The woman had taken off her leather gloves and on her left hand was a pear-shaped diamond at least five carats; on either side were pear-shaped stones of at least one carat each. Without a doubt, an engagement ring.

The man's eyes bored into Lea, as if he was in deep thoughts for something.

The gentleman looked like Frank, the same with the tone of his voices. The voice that Leah still heard in her dreams. Her hands shook as she helped the woman hold up the watch and examine it.

The woman turned to the man and said,"It's perfect."

He bent to look at it, then he took it from her hand, and examined it more closely. Looking at the watch and not Lea, he said, "Tell me about the quality for this brand."

Lea struggled to avert her gaze, but it was futile; she couldn't resist the overwhelming feeling that it was him. Memories flooded her mind of Frank's preference for taller women, and she couldn't help but recall the playful comment he once made about her being his first redhead. He had expressed his adoration for the way her fiery hair cascaded down her shoulders, likening it to dancing flames.