A/N: Silly prompt prompt #2 from comfortablyobsessed; Grocery shopping, Rachel doesn't know how to flirt with the girl by the fruit (can be whatever girl you want) but she tries her best. Thanks!
Clutching the two mangoes in her hands, Rachel totters, she feels like, up behind the striking woman restocking the oranges. "Hi!" she breathes out, her voice coming out higher than she means it to, "Do you - do you have any insight on how I should pick out which is the better mango?"
Pausing, turning with her hands filled with random citruses, the woman looks at her, tilts her head, and smiles. The oranges fall into the carton in front of her. "Mangoes?" she asks, her husky voice flashing through Rachel's body, so much so that it takes Rachel a while to respond.
"Y-yes! Mangoes." Blinking, Rachel jerks the fruit in her hands up. "These!"
Dark eyes sweeping down, past Rachel's features to take in what she is holding, the woman's chin turns up. "Here," she smiles, cheeks dimpling, offering her hand up, "Let me see."
Swallowing, Rachel tips the first mango into her hands.
Bringing it to her nose, breathing in first the one end, and then another, the woman's lips quirk up. "I don't know how to judge mangoes," she laughs, shaking her head, the fruit falling in her hands to rest on her cart, "Your guess is as good as mine!"
Rachel, who had been watching with bated breath, unable to look away, laughs as well, fake then real. "You don't?" she asks - more like splutters, "What?"
The clerk, her name tag proudly proclaiming Dani, smirks, laughs, and holds out the mango. "I do know, however," her cheeks dimple again, "How mangoes should taste, so…" She waits until Rachel reaches out to retake the fruit, holding on long enough to make sure the other girl is still listening, "Why not ask me over so I can…" Her eyes look up and down Rachel's body, making her blush and breath catch, her heart flutter in her chest, "Help you?"