"How's it goin'?" he asked, after staring at me, and folding his arms to exactly imitate me.
"Goin' great." I answered evenly, finding the opposite wall quite interesting.
"What's up?" he persisted, as if my doings in the fish market were the most interesting thing he could hear about.
"Not much. Just looking around. That's my dad back there." I said, smiling slightly.
"Oh, how's it going." he said to no one in particular. "So, are you from around here? From Seattle?"
"No, actually, I'm not."
"Where are you from?"
"Somewhere." I said very confidentially. He laughed. "Somewhere! I see."
He stood there, looking at me for a while longer, while I discovered the art of other-people-watching. After a bit, he straightened, and said "Well, you have fun."
"Thankyou, I will I'm sure." I called, giving him the full benefit of my smile. Inside I sighed. I had wanted to flirt so badly.