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— Uh, well, like... this is my... girl, — I drawled nervously, pointing to the dog, trying to look smarter than usual and putting on a serious face. But will that help? Maybe I should just smile?
Inside the store, it was quiet, only the faint hum of the air conditioner breaking the silence, and I was desperately trying to find the right words. In front of me stood some kind of scientist type — or, well, someone like that? Balding, glasses, definitely not the kind of guy I usually hang out with. And he could help. Probably. Ugh, I just hope I don’t look stupid. I don’t even know who else to turn to...
— Yeah, so, like... it's not what you think. She was my girlfriend, but, haha, you see... now she’s like this, — I lifted the dog slightly, who didn’t really appreciate the gesture, squinting at me as if she was explaining for the third time tonight what an idiot I was.
The man raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest, continuing to study me as if he was about to dissect me under a microscope. Oh great, why is he looking at me like that? I just want him to help. He’s so-o-o smart! Maybe if I added a bit of flirting... hmm. I bit my lip and leaned in slightly.
— So, we’re like... you know, together, — I adjusted my top, “accidentally” showing a bit more, and smiled, — anyway, we got caught in one of those... uh, hmm... what's it called? You know, that spell thing, or whatever, yeah! — I exhaled, pleased that at least some of that came out sounding normal.
— Woof! Woof! Woof! — the dog barked sharply, making it clear she was already tired of all this. Her eyes practically screamed: "Are you for real?"
— Uh, what’s your problem? — I shot her an irritated glance but quickly turned back to the man, hoping to distract him from this barking chaos. — Anyway, mister, — I drawled, trying to soften my voice, — can you... you know, help us?
The man pulled back slightly, looking at me like I was some kind of fool. His eyes widened. Damn, why did I bite my lip? And this stupid smile? I thought it looked flirty, but he clearly wasn’t reacting the way I expected. Fine, maybe he’s just not used to girls like me. Gotta keep going. He’s obviously smart. The type who gets everything from the first word. Ugh, he’s so serious!
The man opened his mouth as if to say something, but then stopped, looking at the dog again as she let out another howl:
— Woof! Woof! — "Are you completely dumb? Stop acting like an idiot!" — her eyes were yelling louder than her barking.