Mia: What do you want?
The man: Nothing much. I've been here a few times but I never really noticed this custard. I assume you are the one who's making and sampling it for the store?
Mia: Er, no. I just made it for myself.
The man: Then that's good.
Mia: Eh? What is?
The man: Can I have your number?
Mia: Okay.
I fish out our shop's business card from a nearby drawer and hand it to him. The man looks at the card and back at me again.
Mia: ???
Naomi face palms herself and whispers in my ear.
Naomi: He's asking for YOUR phone number, you nitwit!
Mia: Huh?! Why?
Is going to harass me?!
The man: I won't trouble you. I just have some business with you.
The man says as if he read my mind.
Mia: Fine.
I write down my number on a piece of paper and hand it to him, still half confused. The man smiles with satisfaction and leaves. Wait a minute! I didn't even ask his name and gave him my number! Ugh...
Naomi: What was that all about?
Mia: I dunno. But I'm glad he won't complain to Ethan.
???: Complain about what?
Naomi's and my shoulders flitch. T-that voice!! We slowly turn around to see Ethan, our boss, entering from the back door.
Naomi: C-complain? Who said complain? We meant... explain! R-right, Mia?
Naomi signals me with her eyes.
Mia: Y-yeah! A customer, um, paid a few bucks lesser than he was supposed to! We were talking about that!
Ethan: Okay.
.... Huh? He bought it?! That was a terrible lie! He doesn't say anything more and goes to his office. Naomi and I sigh with relief. We're lucky he didn't ask more. But... I glance at the main door. What did that man want from me?