Her eyes narrow to small slits. I flash her my smile with the expectation that the attitude will drop, absently expecting the anger to dissipate slightly. I let my eyes drift down her body, and I make it obvious, tilting my chin up and down in an exaggerated manner. Her name tag reads “Cora”. “We close in five minutes.” She shifts her weight to her other foot and somehow manages to harden her glare further. “Please leave.” Interesting. She didn’t react to me.
