There were surprisingly few people at the mall today, Omar thought to himself as he made his way through the shopping center. He noticed a new kiosk selling colorful scarves and decided to check it out. He looked over the many racks of scarves at the kiosk, trying to figure out which one to get his wife. There was a wide variety – silks and cottons, light pastels, complex geometric patterns, even a few animal prints. Omar couldn't make up his mind as to which one would make the best gift for his wife.
"May I help you," asked the woman with a thick, but sensual accent.
She was an older South Asian woman, in her forties or maybe her fifties, but still pretty attractive. She was clad in a traditional shalwar kameez, colorfully embroidered with folk designs, and was wearing a hijab, indicating that she was a Muslimah. She also seemed to have very large breasts, which instantly caught Omar's attention.
"Yes," he said nervously, trying not to focus on her rather well-endowed chest, "I'm looking for a gift for my wife."
"Ah yes," she smiled, "I think I might have just the thing. Does she wear silk?"
"Yes," he replied, "At least I think so."
"What about these," asked the woman, as she showed him an entire row of colorful silk scarves.
As Omar looked over the scarves she presented before him, he noticed her stylish, well-manicured fingers rubbing across the soft fabric of the cloth.
"Maybe," he said thoughtfully, "I think she likes animal prints. Do you have anything like that in silk?"
"Yes," she said, bending over to open one of the drawers on her kiosk.
She returned with an armful of scarves in various animal print patterns. Omar could make out both white and yellow tiger stripes, leopard spots, zebra stripes, and even a snake-skin print pattern. The woman laid all of them out before him for inspection.
"Would you like to see what they look like," she asked.
"What," he said, not quite comprehending the question.
"Here," she said, smiling as she took off her hijab, "Let me try some of them on so you can see what they would look like on your wife."
Omar certainly hadn't expected that. The woman set down her plain white scarf on the kiosk while she pulled back her hair and put on the leopard print scarf. She turned around, giving him a full view of the scarf, loosely draped over her head. Once again, Omar couldn't help himself as he found his eyes drawn towards her massive chest. It was still quite noticeable even in a loose fitting garment like hers.
"Hmmm," he nodded, "I do like it, but could I see the tiger print?"
"Which one," she asked, "The yellow and black stripes, or the white and black?"
"I think the yellow and black," he said, playfully adding, "It looks more like a tiger in the wild, you know what I mean?"
"Rawr," she said, as she playfully made a claw-like pawing gesture with her right hand.
He chuckled. Was she flirting with him? He certainly wasn't expecting that. As she bent over to try on the tiger-print scarf, Omar noticed she seemed to have a rather curvy ass as well.
"Do you like it," she asked.
"Yes," he responded, "It looks good on you."
"So you'll be buying it then?"
"Of course," he said as he got out his wallet, "How much is it?"
"Normally," she said, "it would be twenty-five dollars, but I like you so I'll cut you a deal. You can have it for only twenty."
"Only twenty," he asked as he reached into his pocket to get out his wallet.
"Yes," she nodded.
"Thank you very much, that's very generous of you."
"Not at all," she replied, as she rang up his order, "Don't mention it."
"I'm Omar, by the way," he said as he reached out to pay the woman.
"Pleasure to meet you," she said, "My name is Jaya."
"That's a very beautiful name. Is it Indian?"
"Yes," she said, "I'm Indian. My husband and I came here from Hyderabad, in Andhara Pradesh, several years ago."
"So," he asked, "How long have you been running this little kiosk? I don't remember seeing it here the last time I was at the mall."
