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Thursday 9 April 2015

#36 Story: Name Tag

She walked into the store with her friends. Finally, after 3 days in Japan, she made it into Tower Records. She had so much in her 'check-out' and 'to-buy' lists. 

She went separate ways from her friends as they looked for stuffs of their own interests. She got excited when she reached the corner featuring her favourite band. She took those in her list. Then she went to another side. 
She was checking few albums and singles by her other favourite band, but not exactly what she wanted. She looked up and down the racks.

"Er..Excuse me..?" A male voice called out behind her. In a split second she knew it must be a Japanese from the way he speaks. She turned and a staff member was standing few steps from her. A typical Japanese young man around her age, with sweet smile and friendly aura. 

"Oh, hi. I.. urm.. I am looking a CD from this band," she murmured. No idea what has gotten into her but she was losing control of herself. She absent mindedly pointed to one of the CD cover.

"Oh! Ok, ok! No worries. I will help you find it," he assured, still smiling as he moved forward to the rack behind her. 

Her heart suddenly beat faster that she couldn't help but to put both hands to her chest. Her face must've turned red as she realised how cute he was when he turned to her to ask which CD was she looking for. 

Stuttering slightly but able to control herself afterwards, she told him the CD she was looking for. He found it and gave it to her. His friendly smile attracted and charmed her whole heart.

She turned awkwardly to find other stuffs in her list. Her heart felt like it was pumped out of the body when she heard him calling out for her again. "Sorry.. do you..do you need anything..else? I can help you," he offered. "It's okay. It's okay," she shook her head, beaming a weird awkward smile to him. It did not creeped him out though. He insisted to help anyway.

Eventually she gave in, knowing it can be helpless in acting tough, especially in a foreign country. So, he helped her finding all possible stuffs available in the store. 

As she stood in front of the paying counter, the staff member placed the last items she was paying for on the counter. He smiled at her and thanked her. His last words before leaving to attend another customer was, "Hope you have a nice day, pretty lady." 

If it wasn't for her friends tapping her back, she might be daydreaming and melting on the floor. She paid for her items and went out of the store with her friends. She told them about the cute staff member who helped her a lot.

"So, what was his name?" One of her friend asked, as they walked together.

She stopped. She slapped her forehead and felt moronic. "I FORGOT TO LOOK FOR THE NAME TAG" she said. "Nah, don't worry.. maybe next time you'll get to meet him again," another friend consoled her. Then they continued walking back to their hotel.

A couple of years had passed and she is back in Japan. She smiled to herself as she remembered the memory of her and the guy who worked in Tower Records. This time, she is walking into the same store again though she had told herself that he might not be here anymore.

She walked around the store as she is now much more familiar with the writings therefore making it easier for her to go anywhere she wanted to. She stopped at a corner where her favourite band is featured again. She checks out the latest album and single. 

"Still liking the same band, pretty lady? A voice asked behind her. Such familiar voice, she thought. She turned and the same smile that greeted her few years back appeared. He had different hairstyle but he still looks almost the same, with the same uniform.

"You! You remember me?" She asked.

"Of course! How can I forget such a pretty lady like you?" His lips curl upwards at one side.

"Hehe. Thank you. Oh, I am sorry. I didn't catch your name last time."

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows and pointed at his name tag. He replied, "My name is..."

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