Now Roddy laughs out loud because I’m the same age as her and nobody’s “sir” by any stretch of the imagination. Still, I am on the clock, and if she’s not with Kevin then maybe I still stand a chance. I mean, hell. She’s obviously slumming it, dating a guy like Roddy. Maybe Kevin likes his guys a little common, too.
I glance at her friends, then focus my attention on her. Up close, she’s flawless. I wonder how much of that is make-up. “May I help you?”
Her smile is disarming, but her friends snicker and I don’t trust her at all. “Don’t you guys sell tampons here?”
God.
Kevin and Roddy break out in laughter and my face burns, but she’s still smiling slightly as if it’s nothing to ask a guy for tampons. Jesus, please. My voice squeaks and I have to clear my throat. “Um…”