“Uh, that’ll be twenty-seven-fifty.” Rain double-checked the total and smiled at the customer standing on the other side of the counter.
The man, an attractive older guy with a head full of fashionably-cut silver hair, had been walking around the store for the past ten minutes, glancing over at Rain every once in a while. “You’re new here,” the man said, taking his time with finding his wallet.
“Yes, I started this week.”
“Well, finally Andre came to his senses and hired someone easy on the eye.” He handed Rain a fifty-dollar bill. “What’s your name?”
Rain chuckled. This was too much. People had been flirting with him all day. Men. Women. Teenage girls. He couldn’t believe the attention he was getting since he’d moved to Montreal. “My name is Rain,” he said, with a small smirk.
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