"Good afternoon, can I help you pick out the perfect guitar for your gig? "
"Huh?" David turned to the feminine voice, an angel with dark chocolate eyes and olive toned skin. She smiled and he suddenly felt like that angelic smile was meant just for him.
"I'm sorry, you just look like you play guitar in a band." She said.
A slow smile form across his face. She thought he was a guitarist in a band? Really? "I, umm, not really." Was he blushing? She really thought he looked like he played guitar?
"Oh." There was a hint of disappointment in her voice that put him to shame. Damn his luck, A beautiful brunette and he had to go and screw things up.
"I mean I'm not in a band. I'm just-" What had she called it? "" He smiled.
"Really?"
He nodded, suddenly wondering what the hell he had been thinking.
"Then you wouldn't mind buying one? I really need a sale!" That once an angelic smile had just suckered him into another guitar. Just his luck!
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