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WLW: Ashley Monroe - Dear Diary -Entry II Dear Diary, Tonight’s customer should honestly come with a warning label. She walked in right before closing wearing a fitted dark green dress and carrying herself like somebody who knew exactly how much attention she attracted. Tall redhead. Long legs. Gold earrings. Slow smile. I was reorganizing a display of new arrivals when she asked if we had anything “dangerously high.” I told her she came to the right woman. She laughed at that. I brought out a pair of glossy crimson stilettos with impossibly thin heels and delicate straps that wrapped around the ankle twice. The kind of shoes that practically demand confidence. She sat down on the velvet fitting chair and crossed one leg slowly over the other while I knelt in front of her with the shoe in my hands. Dear God. There should really be rules against women looking at me like that while I’m trying to do my job. I slid the heel onto her foot carefully, guiding the strap around her ankle while she watched me the entire time through the mirror. “Do you always give this much attention to your customers?” she asked. I told her only the memorable ones. That earned me another one of those smiles. When she stood up and walked across the boutique floor, every single person in the store noticed her instantly. Even she seemed surprised by the effect. She turned toward me near the mirror and said, “These heels make me feel like I could ruin somebody’s life.” I said, “Then they’re definitely the right pair.” Smooth again, Ashley. After she paid, she lingered by the counter for another minute talking with me about restaurants nearby and complaining about how hard it is to meet interesting women in this city. I swear she paused for just half a second too long before leaving. Maybe I imagined it. Or maybe next time she comes in, I’ll finally stop daydreaming and actually ask somebody out.