Makeup Counter Lena, a saleswoman at the bustling makeup counter in the department store, had a knack for spotting potential customers. Her bright smile and infectious energy drew people in, and today she was on the lookout for someone who might benefit from her expertise. As she rearranged the latest lipsticks and eyeshadows, she noticed a man in his mid-thirties, casually dressed in suit and white shirt whose top buttons were casually opened, browsing nearby. The man seemed hesitant, glancing at the makeup displays but not approaching them. Seizing the opportunity, Lena stepped out from behind the counter with a welcoming smile. "Hi there! My name is Lena. Are you interested in trying any of our new makeup products today?" she asked, her tone friendly and inviting. The man looked up, slightly startled. "Oh, no, I was just looking. I hope you thought I wasn't checking you out,," he admitted, a bit embarrassed. Lena's smile widened. "That's totally fine! Why don't you let me give you a free makeover? It's a great way to see what suits you best, and it's completely on the house. Plus, it's a lot of fun!" The man hesitated for a moment, then nodded, a small smile appearing on his lips. "Well, I guess it couldn't hurt. My name's Steve, by the way." "Nice to meet you, Steve! Come on over and take a seat," Lena said, leading him to a high chair at the makeup counter. "Let's start with something to smooth out your skin." Lena said as she fetched a bottle of facial hair remover.
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