Ashley: "Alright, you don’t have to tell me. But don’t worry you secret is safe with me Captain America." I say with a wink.

Steve: "Ok I never do this, but since you seem to really know your stuff. Do you want a job?" He smiles at me.

Ashley: "I really don’t need one. My last name is Davies. I have money to pay for these if that’s what you’re worried about." I say surprised.

Steve: "Ha ha. No I know you have money to pay for these. I just figured that because you’re bored and love comics so much you would be interested. I just lost my best salesmen to the real world. He just graduated from college and got a ‘real job’." He actually put air quotes around real world. "Beside your extremely beautiful and would attract more people into the store." The way he said extremely beautiful wasn’t creepy at all. He was being genuine. And he never looked away from my eyes once to look at my cleavage. Either he’s married, or he’s gay. He doesn’t strike me as gay but I need to find out.

Ashley: "Exetemely beautiful, huh? Are you hitting on me C.A.?" I say in a mock offended tone.

Steve: "No, oh no. I was just pointing out that you would attract more business." He says flustered. "I’m happily married to my beautiful wife and have two little girls." He says getting out a picture of them all. I see two little blonde girls that look five six. And his drop dead gorgous wife. Also blonde, but a dark dirty blonde. They all have blue eyes. "And C.A?"

Ashley: "Relax I was just teasing, and C.A. is what I’m going to be calling you from now on. Short for Captain America." I say with a smile.

Steve: "Oh and will that be while you’re shopping or working?" He asks with a sly smile.

Ashley: "Both." I smile. "Do I get to wear one of those shirts?" I ask pointing to his that has of course Captain America on the back. They have a ton of different disigned shirts with heroes on the back and Steve’s Comics on the front. They are actually pretty cool. I would wear them even if I didn’t have to.