C59 The secret of small hair

She looked at me for a moment, then lowered her head and said, "No, it's fine. You can go back."

I looked at her, nodded, put one hand in my pocket, and pulled the door open with the other.

It was not yet nine o'clock, and I stopped at a large women's clothing store that had business relations with our company and often imported designer clothes from Europe through our company