Back behind his cart again, he was off to by a few more things.Unbeknownst to him, he now looked entirely like a woman. The floral print top he also w...re to work had captivating details: a drawstring V-neck and sheer sleeves with tied bell cuffs. Sitting in the front of his cart was his black handbag that carried all of his essentials. Didn't he leave his purse in the car? Or was it his briefcase?He had on subtle make-up and had shoulder length brown hair. He looked every bit the businesswoman. Leaning against a wall, I have my foot propped up, the sunlight streaming through the tank behind me turning my dark brown hair shades of red and purple. Your mind registers my khaki pants and blue collared shirt with the aquarium logo printed over my left breast, branding my as an employee. You’re making eye contact now, and your heart skips a beat as I parts my lips. As you smile at me, I wink and pull a pad of paper and a pen from the back pocket of my khakis, scribbling something down as. She could talk to me as intelligently as any person around. If a question required some mass, she could project a hologram that looked totally real. And sometimes more than looked. For example, if I wanted to know how close to the real thing a synthetic steak made out of yeast was, she could project a steak on a plate, in three dimensions, sizzling so that I could see little bits of juice flying off it and hear the sound. It smelled like a steak and I could even feel the heat if I put my hand. Mersault was more like 350 so luckily it wasn’t that. Let her order the food which may not have been wise and they kept bringing us more little dishes most of which I hadn’t the faintest idea what they were. Was good I think. A whole glass of wine went on the floor and lot of fussing over smashed glass. Don’t think I will be going back or at least not without a serious disguise. Looking around spot one other middle aged guy with younger woman who is wearing very tight bright red dress that.