the real happiness
As they stepped into the showroom, a middle-aged woman in a sleek, black uniform approached them. Her smile was gentle yet professional, one that carried the warmth of a person who knew how to make anyone feel welcomed, no matter who they were.
"Hello, ma'am, sir. I'm Milly. How can I help you today?" she said, nodding politely, her gaze particularly gentle as it landed on Garry's mother.
Garry nodded back with respectful politeness, noting the woman's age. She seemed like someone who could easily have been one of his mother's friends. He wasn't here to act arrogant or show off. His mother's values echoed in his mind: respect everyone's work. So, he answered, "Thank you, Milly. We'll take a look around and see what feels right."