"Can I have this?" Iris asked in her honeydew voice, holding up one of the novels I'd bought her so that Amy could see the cover.
"Sorry, hot man is out at the moment. We have some corpulent taxi driver and a slice of crazy cat-lady left, but we ran out of hot man hours ago."
"Sorry, hot man is out at the moment. We have some corpulent taxi driver and a slice of crazy cat-lady left, but we ran out of hot man hours ago."