Post by journeycat on Mar 30, 2010 20:51:34 GMT 10
Title: Salesman (III)
Rating: G
Length: 177 words
Competitor: Owen
Round/Fight: Final
Summary: Kel is plagued by a salesman.
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A week after she had met the overeager sales boy, concluding her furniture shopping, Keladry started searching for a refrigerator, stove, and microwave. This took her to Vikison Lake Appliances.
Moving out is so much hassle, she thought wearily, moving slowly down an aisle. I can’t believe Conal wants the mini-fridge now—he never wanted it until I said I’d take it.
“Can I help you, ma’am?”
The startlingly familiar voice gave her pause. She turned from the refrigerator she was appraising.
“Oh, it’s you,” Owen Jesslaw said, looking as surprised as she felt.
“You work here, too?” Kel asked doubtfully. Was he following her...? Except he was wearing a name tag here, as well...
“This is my uncle’s shop,” he explained. “I work here when I’m not working at my other uncle’s shop, Mandash Furnishings.”
“Oh,” she said lamely, feeling awkward.
She thought it was strange that she remembered him so clearly, and yet—he remembered her just as well.
“So,” Owen said cheerfully, “can I interest you in the new line of electric ovens?”
Rating: G
Length: 177 words
Competitor: Owen
Round/Fight: Final
Summary: Kel is plagued by a salesman.
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A week after she had met the overeager sales boy, concluding her furniture shopping, Keladry started searching for a refrigerator, stove, and microwave. This took her to Vikison Lake Appliances.
Moving out is so much hassle, she thought wearily, moving slowly down an aisle. I can’t believe Conal wants the mini-fridge now—he never wanted it until I said I’d take it.
“Can I help you, ma’am?”
The startlingly familiar voice gave her pause. She turned from the refrigerator she was appraising.
“Oh, it’s you,” Owen Jesslaw said, looking as surprised as she felt.
“You work here, too?” Kel asked doubtfully. Was he following her...? Except he was wearing a name tag here, as well...
“This is my uncle’s shop,” he explained. “I work here when I’m not working at my other uncle’s shop, Mandash Furnishings.”
“Oh,” she said lamely, feeling awkward.
She thought it was strange that she remembered him so clearly, and yet—he remembered her just as well.
“So,” Owen said cheerfully, “can I interest you in the new line of electric ovens?”
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!