"Seymour's your man!"
Her hands already rested on shoulders, Audrey flung her arms around Seymour's neck and kissed passionately, eagerly, and he responded in kind, his arms wrapped securely around her waist. She deepened the kiss, caressing his back and neck. Seymour snaked one hand to the back of her neck and entangled it in her blonde bob, pulling her even closer to him, if that were possible.
They could have remained there forever, entwined in the far corner of the back room; hands exploring soft, new skin; lips moving as one. They would have, in fact, had the bell above the shop door not rung.
Ding! The two jumped from each other, as far as they could go. Audrey smoothed her hair and dress while Seymour readjusted his glasses. Walking out to the shop front, Seymour called out, "We're closed!" What, or who, he saw stopped him in his tracks.
"Where is she?" The gruff, leather-clad man demanded, gripping Seymour by the collar of his shirt. "I—she—" he sputtered out to Orin Scrivello, DDS. Before the dentist could berate him, though, Seymour heard a squeak of "I'm coming doctah!" and a clanking of sharp stilettos against linoleum. Audrey appeared just in the nick of time, her hair and makeup looking as flawless as it had when she arrived at work this morning. Orin threw Seymour from his grip, sending the already-weak shop hand crashing to the floor. His head hit the counter hard, blurring his vision momentarily and dizzying his head.
The sadist began on Audrey. He grabbed her roughly by the wrist, bellowing, "Where the hell have you been doing?"
"Seymour and I—we hadta clean up from all the people here today!" Seymour was both surprised and impressed by how quickly, how easily, she could lie to the menace. She's probably had plenty of practice...he pushed the thought aside for later. "I'm sorry Orin!"
"Sorry WHAT?" he demanded. "Doctah!" Audrey knew to reply. "I'm sorry doctah!"
"That's what I thought," were the last words Seymour heard from the dentist, who, tightening his grip on her wrist and twisting her arm, dragged her from the shop. Audrey just had time to turn her head and mouth "bye, Seymour" to him before the door slammed shut.
Perhaps he imagined it, but Seymour thought he heard a low whimper of "Feeeed me."