I headed to the cell phone store after my phone drowned, it sucks, one minute I am talking and the next it falls into four inch deep water puddle and fried out instantly. A good looking clerk met me near the door of the shop greeting me with a smile of perfectly white teeth. “Hello, how can I help you?” “My phone died after a puddle incident.” “I see, let me take a look.” The clerk said taking the phone from my hand, he seemed to pause as he touched my fingers. We walked over to the counter where he pulled the back off of my phone and fooled around a bit before he changed the battery. “Yep, it looks like it’s toast, I had someone bring in the phone recently, she thought it was dead but it turned out that the battery had swelled up and quit.” “So mine is not swollen?” The clerk looked down below my waist and grinned. “No, I don’t see any swelling yet.” I blushed, and pointed to the counter. “I meant the phone.” “Can I have your phone number?” “Really? I hardly know
By Seth Cybertar