From T7:
Danny began punching "unitarian" into the key word search on his computer. He was tempted to send her to the information kiosk, but with the economy, they were short-staffed, and he was better off keeping customers happy from his perch. If he looked too idle, Solange might make him wander the store like a predator on the hunt. "Unitarian..." he said aloud as he typed, so she would know he was working on her issue even though he wasn't meeting her eyes. She was one of those mall walkers he saw every morning. "3 Circuits," he was pretty sure, meant she was in really good shape.
"So you're a walker?" He kept his eyes on the screen. Unicorn. Unitard.
"Clearly." Her voice was low and gritty, twisted with leftover yiddish or hebrew or something.
"Unitarian!" He announced. "Looks like we don't have much." He looked her over, noticed how fit she was, feeling a bit jealous. "You can try the 'Spirituality' section, I guess." He pointed over her head at the back corner of the store.
"Thanks... Danny," she read over her glasses. "I'm guessing you're not a walker," she winked. "I'll see if I can't find it myself."
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