“Hi, I’m Hansel.” He held out his hand, taking hers.
“Ruby,” she replied in a well modulated alto.
“What do you do, Ruby?” Hansel asked.
“Spend other people’s money,” she said with a toss of her long, brown hair.
“Oh, really? That sounds fun. Are you an identity thief?” Hansel teased.
“Yes, is it that obvious?” She pretended to be shocked.
Hansel chuckled.
“Actually, I’m a personal shopper for obscenely wealthy people.”
“They pay you—to shop?” Hansel put his hand on his chest. “Be still my heart! That’s a dream job!”
“Free trips to Paris, Milan, New York—Yep, it’s pretty sweet!”
“Well, Ruby, the Personal Shopper. Asher here is going to sing you a song. Would you like that?”
“I can’t think of single a thing I’d like more.”
© 2017 Dellani Oakes
Love in the City 