The Rules of Dating

Chapter 7- How hard can it be to score myself a date?

Chapter 7-  How hard can it be to score myself a date?

“Ooo this colour would be great for your date.” Stated Sarah, one of the customers who tend to come every week to see the new stock I have in. She is one of the bubbliest people I know and usually I love having her around but today it was different. I still had the problems I listed in my mind to solve and I felt like the workload was up to my neck.  I looked down at my watch to see I had an hour before Mia came for her shift. I’m always tempted to just employ another person so I could just deal with the paperwork but I can’t afford another employer so Mia was the only person I could rely on.

“Don’t you think dear?” Sarah looked at me waiting for my input. I looked at her daughter wearing a simple pink dress, “Yes it’s lovely.” I smiled at them both.

“I don’t like this.” Her daughter stomped her foot. “I need something with a wow factor, something that would make Drake stop and stare.” She whined. 

“I think I know what you mean. Hold up let me just see if I have it in the back.” I knew what her daughter wanted something so elegant but so hot and I know I had the right dress for her. I went back to the stock room and tried to find it rail after rail. At last there it was a back lacy dress, it was something I would love to wear to a date but I have to admit there is no guy that I believe is worth wearing something so sophisticated for, I doubt it they would even notice. I take the item back and give it to Sarah’s daughter to try it on. After a few minutes, she popped out of the changing room with a bright smile, “This is beautiful, I want it.”

“I told you this boutique is perfect to find something to wear for your date.” Sarah smiled.

After Sarah and her daughter purchased the dress and walked out the door I sat down at the check-out counter with a sigh. Now which problem to tackle first?

I can’t really solve the delayed stock problem because I need my computer which means I need to be in my office. So I guess I need to wait for Mia before I could do that.

I can’t work on my hatred for Vincent because that will solve in its own pace. (I think I just solved that, yeah just leave it and let my feelings and time work on the hatred.) Right let’s just tick that off. I guess that means accounting it is.

I was busy looking down at the annoying numbers with the biggest frown on my face when Mia came through the doors. “I am so sorry I’m late.” Mia rushed past me to the back room. I looked at the clock on the wall to see she was half hour late and I didn’t even realise.  She came back puffing, “Why were you late?”

“I know it’s not excusable but I went to get my hair done because there’s a chance I might see that guy again tonight.” Mia explained with a smile. It was then when I noticed that her hair did look different, this guy must mean something to her if she is going through all that trouble.  “Thank you.”

I looked at her in confusion, “What for?”

“For talking some sense into me, I cannot believe I was going to throw my morals away for some guy. I am going to be myself but there’s no harm in looking beautiful.” I couldn’t help but chuckle. It is funny how people easily talk about their morals and how they offer their dos and don’ts advice to their friends. But when they tend to go through the same phase everything is wiped out and they have no morals or anything to hold them down.

“Are you still stuck on the accounts?” Mia looked down at my papers.

“Yeah,” I sighed.

“Why don’t you have a break before you carry on? They usually say it’s good to have small breaks  it refreshes your mind.”

“I think I’ll like a walk around the block just to clear my head.” I stated after a few minutes, thinking it would help me to relax my overthinking brain.