“Be with you in a minute!” I shout and descend the ladder.
O.M.G., part of my brain shouts as I spot the customer, standing with his back to me, browsing antique. He’s like totally hot.
Yeah, from his backside, another part snorts. I roll my eyes.
Just look at his leather jacket and Oh-My-Gosh, that hair, doesn’t that screams movie-star?
Taking my position behind the check-out counter, I patiently anticipate the moment. When he finally turns around, my jaw drops.
WHAT??? What’s my dorky brother doing here, dress like… Elvis? He nods at me, “‘sup, sis? Ready to go Trick-or-Treat?”