The bell at the door tinkled as somebody came in. I turned around to see. The blinding late-afternoon sun revealed a silhouette of a well-built man. Then my heart went pounding. Is it him?
"Thank God you're here!" my friend exclaimed as she got up from the divan.
Of course, she knew the owner of the shop. It's the renowned Mr. Angelio.
Mr. Angelio had been in the shoe business for over thirty years. He had traveled around the Philippines and across Asia to bring rare stylish shoes from eminent local designers to our town. He also sells second hand high-end international designers' shoes. But he does not display such precious items in his shop. He just offers them secretly to trusted and well-to-do clients. As per agreement, he keeps the names of the owners from where the shoes came from confidential as well as the names of the shoes' buyers. I even got a pair of Prada for only P 20,000 from him which I never wear when I'm in town. It might be recognized by the owner and I might be branded as cheap buying hand-me-downs.
"Please tell me that there is still a size six or six and a half on these," my friend said hastily showing the shoe to Mr. Angelio.
"Oh, Mr. Angelio. Be an angel to us," I appealed joining them.
"That, my dear, I'm afraid has no six or six and a half. It's a special design crafted by Lei See of China. It is a limited edition and lucky for me, I got a pair of five and a half, seven, and eight and a half. Shoe sizes which are common to Filipinas."
"What? Six and six and a half are the sizes common to Filipinas!" my friend said in disgust. "I am five and a half yet this five-and-a-half size doesn't fit me," she showed him the pair she previously fitted.
"I'm so sorry dear but there's really no six and six and a half on these," Mr. Angelio apologetically said.
"That is true, ma'am. I had checked thoroughly," the saleslady came in.
"Alright, then. Let's find another pair. Get us a black stiletto, Mr. Angelio. For my friend, please," I gave him a wink. That would mean from his secret fabulous collection.
"Let me see," Mr. Angelio said motioning to his MacBook.
"But girl, I couldn't afford to buy a designer's item now," my friend complained.
"Oh, just get some money from your savings," I suggested.
"No, I can't!"
"Hey, take a look at this lovely pair," Mr. Angelio called up.
We hurriedly went to the counter to see what he has on hand.
"That's so chic!" I exclaimed as I saw the picture of the pair.
"Perfect!" my friend exclaimed too. She already changed her mind about getting some money from her savings. I always knew she would and I grinned at her.
"After all, he's worth a million-dollar bill!" I said teasingly.
"Oh, shut up," my friend replied. "Will check be OK, Mr. Angelio?"
"Ofcourse, dear! You're a loyal client,"Mr. Angelio replied. "Let's go upstairsso you can fit it."
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Her and Her Unofficial Love Affairs
Ficção AdolescenteThis is a story of a girl and her high school crush turned first love, relating to the present with other two boys in different time beings. How will their lives get intertwined? Will she have her happy ending at the end? Read on so to find out!
