"What do you think you're doing?"
"Well, I was going to hit on the hot pharmacist - until you stopped me!"
"You can't do that!"
"Why not?"
"I saw him first!"
"No way! I did!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"...Can I help either of you ladies?"
Celine and Opera spun around and looked at the woman, the only other worker in the shop.
"No thanks," they replied in unison.
The woman nodded and walked away. Celine and Opera continued bickering.
"I walked in first, so I saw him first!"
"No you did not! You were looking at herbs and only noticed him when you saw me going for him!"
"You wish!"
"You know I'm right!"
"You're delusional!"
"You can just - holy Tria!"
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
"Look!"
"...Huh?" Opera turned to look in the direction that Celine was pointing. They both watched as the woman walked over and kissed the object of their argument. Their jaws dropped as he returned this kiss and gave her a hug. Their ambitions completely fizzled as they noticed the bands of gold on the couple's ring fingers.
"He's her..." Opera said.
"She's his..." Celine agreed.
The woman was the first to notice them staring, and pointed it out to her husband. He left his place behind the cash register and walked over to them.
"Sorry about that ladies, I didn't see you over here. Can I help you?"
"Not half as sorry as we are," Celine sighed dejectedly.
"Pardon?"
"She asked if you have any berry jams here," Opera answered.
"Oh, I'm afraid we don't... try the jam shop at the southern end of the village. Is there anything else?" He smiled at them.
"Oh man he's hot," Opera muttered, smiling back.
"...What?" he asked.
"She said, 'No, thanks a lot.'" Celine offered, smiling as well.
"Well, if you think of any supplies you need, please come back!"
"We will!" they said in unison.