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Emi turns around and she looks at the attendant's face. He is a younger man in his mid to late 20's, around 6 ft tall or taller, wearing black slacks, black dress shoes and a clean white button up shirt. Emi's eyes roam over his body - he is around 175 lbs or a little more with wide shoulders and a narrow waist, his skin is tanned by the Los Angeles Sun, his strong looking hands offset by graceful fingers that would not look out of place on a grand piano.

Emi looks up at her attendant's face, to him in staring intently into her eyes. "You must be new here." he suddenly says to Emi. His voice is deep and doesn't match his face, his face is rather petite, clean shaven, with black, wavy hair pushed to the side by hair product and not falling below his eyes. His eyes are amber brown, with dark limbal rings. "Yeah, I just moved here, is it that obvious?" Emi asks her attendant. "Not at all, it's just that our regulars would be demanding our assistance from the moment they arrive in our store. You were quietly browsing our merchandise, and Los Angeles is the city of beautiful women like you."

"Woah" Emi thinks, "this guy moves quickly". Emi is used to being hit on in public, after all, she is a gorgeous wasian woman in her late 20's and desired by men of the world all over. Emi carefully studies the man before responding. "He seems quite confident of himself, I dare say" judging his composed and relaxed stance, and unwavering stare into her eyes. "He is cute, but full Asian men aren't my type, I should let him down gently."