She placed her foot in front of him. He brought her the one she wanted but in another colour. “But I asked for red,” she complained. He said they had only brown in her size. She let him slip the shoe on with some reluctance and annoyance. “I don’t like these,” she said. He watched her while she slipped on her own sandals, obviously angry at that point. She stood up, ready to leave the shop. “Ma’am, I think I have something you will like,” he said. She stood there with impatience all over her face and body. The more upset she looked, the more anxious he became. A minute later, he placed a pair of red ballet flats in front of her. Her look of impatience turned into one of girly happiness. She slipped the shoes on and grinned.