About five minutes later, Stacy came to the checkout counter where Elvis was being treated like a VIP.
A medium stool chair was given to him to sit on while he waited for his grandmother.
He had to put up with the ladies who didn't forget to ask him from time to time if he was sure he didn't want anything which he would politely refuse.
"Grandma," called Elvis in great relief as soon as he saw her approach. It was like his savior had finally arrived, he couldn't have been happier to see his grandmother now than any other time in his life. He jumped down from the medium stool chair to stand beside his grandmother.
"We now know where he got his handsome looks from. His grandmother is also a stunning lady," exclaimed the lady at the counter when she saw Stacy's elegant appearance.
"Is everyone in your family this good looking?" Her second colleague asked, her eyes gleaming with admiration.
