Mary started to leave the gift shop before remembering why she was there.
Doing her best to ignore Glen as he stepped up to the register to purchase the last stuffed toy, Mary randomly grabbed half a dozen candy bars and waited for her to turn.
The seventy-plus-year-old woman behind the counter offered a full smile as she rang up Glen’s purchase. “Are you a pilot?”
Mary had a strong urge to roll her eyes.
“It’s always so nice to see those clean white uniforms. So few young men pay attention to their whites.”
“It’s hard to attract the attention of beautiful women wearing dingy yellow,” he told her.
She blushed at Glen’s words as she handed him his change. “I’m sure you have no trouble there.”
He had the nerve to glance over his shoulder at Mary.
Instead of pretending she wasn’t listening, Mary met his eyes.
“You’d be surprised,” Glen told the clerk.
He took the bagged-up monkey and took two steps back and waited.
Mary dumped the candy on the counter while Glen stared.
“What?” she asked him.
“Well, that explains why you’re so uptight.”
She narrowed her eyes and looked down.
“Women need chocolate on occasion.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “It’s not…”
“It’s okay, Mary. Everything makes sense.”
“It isn’t…it’s for Walt.”
Glen looked beyond her at the volunteer behind the register and winked. “I’m sure it is.”
“It is.” The fact that he was insinuating she was on her cycle had her wanting to toss the candy at him. The last thing she wanted to discuss was something as personal as her period.
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”
The man made her want to scream.
She snatched dollar bills from her purse, tossed them on the counter, then took Walt’s bag of chocolate before storming out of the gift shop without taking her change.
As she expected, Glen followed behind.
She hit the button to the elevator twice. “You were going to give that poor woman in the gift shop a heart attack.”
“Is that right.”
A woman and a toddler moved to stand beside them.
Once the elevator arrived and six people filed out, they pushed in and stood in silence until the mom and son left o the third floor.
“Do you flirt with everyone who wears a bra?”
Glen glanced at the ceiling, “Was she wearing a bra?”