Me and my Guess Girl - II

by Jeremy

I was very anxious to return to the Guess store at the mall to see Marla again. Would she remember me? Would she be as friendly the second time around? I wanted to wait at least a week so that she wouldn't think I was being annoying but my curiosity got the better of me and I returned after waiting only three days. It was a Friday afternoon and the mall was busier than before. I was wearing light-blue DKNY tights and the Guess shorts I had bought on my last visit. I walked past the Guess store several times trying to see if Marla was working. I didn't see her the first few times. There appeared to be two guys and a different girl working the store today. Oh well, I was disappointed but at the same time a little relieved. A few girls giggled or stared but nothing very interesting.

The next time I passed the Guess store, I saw Marla at the counter. My heart started thumping. I made another round as I worked up the courage to enter the store and thought about what I would say to her. I was worried that someone other than Marla would wait on me. Marla was helping another customer when I entered the store so I headed for the belt display and started looking. None of the other clerks offered to help.

When Marla walked past she recognized me immediately and smiled. "Hi," she said. "How are you doing today."
"Great," I replied. I kept looking at the belts. They really didn't have much of a selection and I was a bit disappointed. When Marla recrossed the store, she stopped to offer assistance.
"Let me know if you want to try one of those on," she said, "and I'll remove the security tag for you."
"Okay, thanks." I was looking for a thin, girlish belt and finally found one that I thought might fit. I waited at the counter while Marla and another clerk worked with a customer.
"Do you want me to take that off for you?" she asked.
"Yes please." She removed the security tag, handed me the belt, then returned to what she was doing. I tried the belt on but it was too tight. Dang. And that was the largest one they had in the style I was after. I put the belt back on cashier's counter where Marla was still helping the other customer.
"It didn't fit," I said.
"Oh, that's okay. Don't worry about it," she said.
I left the store with a warm fuzzy feeling.