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In that moment I tried to take in everything about the man in front of me without it being obvious I was studying him. But his hands were in his pockets, and I didn’t have the ability to see through fabric to notice if he had tiny cuts or scratches on his hands from the vine. And I couldn’t just come round the counter to see if his feet looked to be the right size or check his shoes for mud and grass residue.
“Miss?” his voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
“Sorry,” I mumbled and straightened. “Can I help you? Do you have an order to pick up?” I doubted it.
“No, I don’t. I was wondering if you could tell me what sort of products you sell?” He shifted his weight from side to side.
I leaned forward and craned my neck to point at the recently established listing of items. “Everything’s
