Mike sat on the cane chair outside the fitting room, his slender legs folded. He pulled out a magazine, put it on his lap, and browsed it casually.
The hot female shopkeeper went to the cane chair next to him and sat down, with a tape measure around her neck. She lit a cigarette expertly, then pointed to the fitting room and asked, "Are you serious?"
"Yes," said Mike briefly.
The woman blew out a smoke ring. Despite the black eye shadow, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were still clearly visible.
"Didn’t you say that you hadn't got a full picture of her?" asked the woman.
"I'm waiting for her to tell me," said Mike, flipping through the magazine without looking up.
The woman didn't proceed with the topic. She laid her eyes on his legs and asked, "Does she know your situation
