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Jane

Jane stopped for a moment to look at her watch. "Right," she mumbled. Just enough time to pick up some lotion and head back to work. She chastised herself for not making the time for errands on weekends, like any normal person would.

She stumbled into the shop, triggering the bell above the door to chime.

The woman behind the counter glanced up from her records. "Hello"

"Hi," Jane chirped, "Just having a look about." Jane couldn't help but notice the woman's big dark eyes framed by such long lashes.

"Let me know if I can help" she smiled a little.

Jane fumbled around, momentarily forgetting why she'd gone in in the first place.

"Ah, bugger." she said, as she knelt to pick up the bowl previously filled with small, jelly-filled tubes.

"Here, let me help you" the woman walked over and helped her place the products back in order.

Jane giggled shyly and ran her hand through her short, chestnut hair. "I'm sorry," she managed.

"No problem."

Jane looked up to catch the woman staring at her.

Now it was her turn to shyly dart her eyes. "Sorry, I love your accent. Where are you from?" she asked, earnestly.

"Jolly Ole England!" Jane replied, thickening her accent. They both laughed.

"What is it with you American girls and accents? You've probably got more culture than I do in one finger," Jane joked, as they both straightened up.

The woman lifted her long black braid over her shoulder, revealing her nametag pinned "Jasmine" to her chest.

"I just love accents," she admitted. "I wish I had one."

"Ah, well. At least you don't appear to struggle with communication. Everyone younger than 12 and older than 60 don't seem to pick up a bloody word I'm saying. I've been asked twice today if I'm Harry Potter."

Jasmine laughed.

They stood for a moment, drinking each other in.

"Well can I ring anything up for you?" Jasmine asked.

"Of course," Jane replied without thinking. On the way to the register she snatched one of the small tubes from the bowl she had knocked over. She handed it to her over the counter, pleasantly surprised at the smoothness of her hands.

"Will that be it for you?" Jasmine widened her eyes, suppressing a smile.

"That'll do." Jane breathed.

As Jane left the shop, cursing herself for not asking her out, she reached in the bag to see just what it is that she purchased.

She groaned. She bought one tube of peach-scented lubricant. She couldn't tell which was worse; that she only bought lubricant or that it was peach-scented.

Without her much-needed body lotion, Jane was about to write her whole break off as a bust. Then she noticed the business card Jasmine left at the bottom of the bag.

"Alright Ms. Jasmine of In the Rough: Beauty and Hygiene, prepare to be pursued," she said to herself, climbing into her little brown car with a monkey swinging from the rearview mirror.