I remember you – thirty percent off boardshorts,” he said, smirking slightly. I couldn’t believe he remembered that. It had been weeks ago.
“They’re down to fifty percent off now,” I said. “If you want a deal, there are still some left.”
I wanted to smack myself in the head. I could not believe I was flirting by talking about a sale at work. I was a conversational moron.

Author: Monica Alexander