You shiver in the rain as you continue to spin your golden bullshit, and she interrupts after a minute - fluttering her lashes before inviting you in. You blink, gulp and force yourself to accept with a 'Thank you, Ma'am.'
"Oh, Jennifer, please, call me Jennifer." She murmurs, holding your eyes as you step inside. The little boy tugs at the woman's sleeve. When she looks down, he says,
"But your name isn't Jennifer, Mommy..." She shushes him and gives him lipstick to play with. He happily smears it across his nose as he looks between you and his mother.
"Umm... as I was saying - "
"You shouldn't talk without tea! Come in, have a bit of tea."
"No, really, that's - "
"We have Earl Grey, and I think we might have a bag or two of that nice raspberry from when Janice stayed, but if we do its been sitting out a while and I think the cat may have licked 'em a few times, I'm sure they're still good though, they're quite hardy them tea-bags - "
"Really, Jennifer, it's fine. Thank you very much for the offer."
"Oh, it's nothing. Just didn't want a fine young man like yourself going thirsty, is all." She blushes, and you feel nauseous. Dear God, she better buy something.
You are just reaching into your briefcase to offer her a pamphlet when you feel a wetness on the back of your right thigh. You look down with dread, and see that the little boy has poured pink glitter-glue all over your slacks. All over your new slacks.
Jennifer sees and her eyes widen. She ushers him away, repeating 'sorry, sorry, so sorry' over and again as she pushes him from the room.
Finally, she turns to you and smiles hopefully. "Guess this'll give you a chance to demonstrate those cleaning products, huh?"