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“Would you be interested in purchasing a tree to support your local library?” Although he’s received the same answer every time, he can’t help the way his face falls just the slightest as the person on the other side of the counter shakes their head and turns away, newly checked out books in hand. “Happy holidays!” he calls out anyway, although they don’t acknowledge that either. Rude.
With no one else to attend to, he sighs and leans back in his desk chair, allowing himself a moment of self pity for his lack of success in what he had originally thought was a great idea. Apparently not so.
He straightens up as he sees another approach the front desk, this time a blond man who looks to be around his age. When they make eye contact, Arūnas sees the other‘s eyes widen ever so slightly, and he looks as if he‘s about to turn around and walk straight back to where he came from.
Arūnas isn‘t that intimidating, is he? Or perhaps he already knows that Arūnas will be doing his goddamn utmost to sell him just one miserable plastic tree? The admittedly gaudy display advertising the eighteen inch fake Christmas trees (or, festive holiday bushes, as Arūnas prefers to call them) probably does not help his case. Either way, he'll eventually have to approach the front desk, if he ever wants to check out that book he has clutched in his arms.
(Okay but seriously, what do all of these people have against his trees?)