“Would you both like a minute to look around the venue?” The guide asked, a placid but hopeful smile hidden beneath the edges of his neat little moustache. Its ends were curled within an inch of their life, darkened with wax and sweat.
It was perhaps the only noteworthy thing about him; otherwise, he was just another grey, nondescript man of middling height, breadth and hair. My eyes lingered on the sparse flyaways at the edge of his halo of hair. The last stand between him and total baldness.
He coughed lightly and my eyes fell to his. If he’d noticed my glances, he pretended not to. Wouldn’t want to do anything to jeopardise his potential sale, I guess. His eyes were alit with the prospect, gold coins spinning in his irises.
I pinned him with my best ‘I won’t be taken advantage of
