I was just approached by an older black man who was trying to be sweet on me in a mall. Times like this always make me wish I didn't look 18. He asked what I was looking for, and I replied "Nothing." I probably should have told him to fuck off, but I am a gentle person. He then asked me what my name was and I told him "I have no name. Leave me alone." He just kept walking next to me as I uncomfortably continued forward, trying to find the food court.
Then I saw my sanctuary, one of those beauty stands with an eastern European woman selling nail care products and moisturizers. To get away from the dude I started talking to her. She buffed one of my fingernails and put cuticle cream on it while I feigned interest. She kept getting out the gift set and putting it in my hands, and I would put it down almost immediately. We did this about five times as she kept talking. Here I was, caught in another person trap. My eyes darted along the mall, looking for the black man and also another way out. She saw me glancing around, and detected my interest waning. Then she got out the green tea moisturizer and put it on my hands, asking me to feel it and smell it. She got out another kind, something floral like jasmine, and had me smell it, asking me which one I liked more.
I said to her, "Neither is really my type." "Do you prefer fresh smell or floral?," she asked earnestly. "To be honest," I said, "I prefer food smells." She actually broke her retail persona and laughed at me for a moment, failing to quickly recover from my unusual statement. She instantly grabbed another product, but I quickly decided to tell her I was allergic and left the stand to get a plate of mediocre Chinese food.
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