Aleksy smiled at Zac again, a tiny little thing that barely showed any teeth, before bowing his head over his work as he wrapped it. "Of course," he said. "I am exceptionally good at advice." (No he wasn't.) What he was doing was playing matchmaker--it wasn't like flowers
kept for awfully long--and trying to get that sad look out of a kindred spirit's eyes.
He rang up Zac's purchases at cost and, transaction completed, leaned against the counter. "Do come back to let me know how it goes," he said.
Reply
