Deeply in Love Story Without Letting Each Other Know
It was a rainy day, and business was slow.
Someone lifted the beaded curtain and came in, leaving an umbrella neatly outside the door.
It was a very pretty girl, with a clean face, clear eyes, and a simple, neat appearance.
She greeted me politely, and I didn’t disturb her, letting her browse freely through the store.
She carefully picked up each small item she liked, examined it for a moment, gently stroked it, and then put it back down. I noticed that she always looked at the price first.
I guessed her financial situation wasn’t very good.
In the end, she chose a stylish watch and a delicate little backpack. It was a bit surprising, as both items were not cheap.
“Are you taking both of these?” I asked calmly.
“Is there any discount?” she asked softly, a bit shy, her cheeks flushing slightly.
The weather was bad, and customers were few. Since it was rare to have someone come in, I offered her a 20% discount. Having been a shop owner for two years, I was used to handling such situations easily.
She hesitated for a moment but then nodded, not bargaining further. She handed me the items.
I instinctively reached to package them, but she stopped me. “I’ll give you some money first,” she said, “Could you put them back where they were? I’ll come back for them a little later, okay?”
I was a bit puzzled but quickly agreed. Some customers do reserve items by paying a deposit. However, I didn’t expect her to pay over half the total price. There was only a small amount left, no more than 100 yuan.
Such a strange girl. If she had already paid so much, why not just take the items with her?
Though curious, I didn’t ask any further questions. It was her choice. Since she had paid so much, I followed the usual practice, carefully wrapping the items and setting them aside, waiting for her to return.
Yet, she stopped me again, still speaking softly, “Please, just put them back where they were.” There was a hint of pleading in her eyes.
I smiled and nodded, gently returning the bag and watch to their original places.
“Thank you. I’ll be back soon.” Her eyes sparkled with joy as she grabbed her umbrella and quickly disappeared from my sight.
What a peculiar girl!
Not long after, she returned, but she wasn’t alone. Behind her was a tall boy, and they made a perfect pair—both had the same clean faces, clear eyes, and wore khaki cotton jackets.
Just as I was about to hand her the bag and watch that she had already paid for, she pretended not to notice me and instead turned to the boy, saying, “I like that bag, the red one with lots of pockets. See, it’s that one.” She pulled the boy over to the bag, reaching it before I could.
“If you like it, buy it,” the boy said, taking the bag down and handing it to her. “It does look nice.”
She nodded, holding the bag close to her chest, her eyes still searching the shelves.
I stayed quiet, waiting to see what she would do next.
She acted like she was really browsing, touching this and looking at that. After two minutes, she “suddenly” spotted the watch. She picked it up, turned to the boy, and said playfully, “You promised to buy me two gifts for my birthday this year.”
The boy blushed slightly and whispered, “Of course, as long as you like them.”
She almost leaped with joy, clutching the two items she had already chosen, and brought them to the counter. “How much, boss?” she asked, winking at me when the boy wasn’t looking.
I suddenly understood and felt a warmth in my heart. I said, “You’ve got a great eye. These two items are on sale today,” and then I quoted a price.
She turned to the boy.
The boy’s face turned even redder, and he gently nudged her, saying, “So cheap, it’s way too cheap. Let’s get something else. I have enough money.”
“I just want these,” she said, holding the items close to her. “I like them.” Her tone became playful. “Hurry up and pay!”
The boy, clearly used to indulging her whims, didn’t argue further. He hurriedly pulled out the money from his pocket—probably the few hundred yuan he had set aside to buy her gifts.
I smiled, took 100 yuan, and while giving him the change, I grabbed a pair of cute couple mugs from behind me. “For all customers who buy birthday gifts here, we offer a free gift,” I said, handing the mugs to her. “Happy birthday!”
Her face flushed with joy, and she repeatedly thanked me. The boy also thanked me, sincerely.
Then they left, with her hugging the gifts while he gently held her in his arms. The rain hadn’t lightened, but I knew neither of them would get wet because they loved each other so much.
He loved her, and his affection for her was written all over his face. She loved him, giving him enough respect without letting him know the whole truth.
It was clear that they were a poor couple, but in their love, material concerns were so light they had no weight at all.
Love? How deep? It was just that deep—deep enough to love without letting the other person know.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
