Lance working at Bath and Body works and having this cutsie little girl in corduroys and pigtails tug on his apron.
“Candle!” she shouts, and he bends to be at her level, smiling warmly.
“Well you came to the right place,” he gestures around them, to the multitude of candles scattered on tables and walls, and the little girl nods enthusiastically.
“What sort of candle are you looking for?” he asks, and she hums deep in thought.
“I’ll see what I can do.” He moves around a few tables, picking a lilac scented three-wick from off a nearby stand, and returns to the child.
“Like this?” he opens the lid and crouches again, so she can smell, but when she does she scrunches up her nose and turns away.
Lance grins and puts it back.
“What sort of purple then?”
Again, she pauses to think, and Lance scans over the shop to see who she’s with. But there’s no one else browsing the shelves – no parent or guardian of any sort - and he begins to worry.
A hand tugs on his apron once more, and Lance blinks away his apprehension as the child points to a pin on her shirt.
“This kind,” she states in response to his question, and Lance squints to better see what she means. He brightens after a moment, noticing the purple grapes decorating the pin.
“So fruitier then,” he taps his chin as he thinks, and glances down at the girl with a grin. “Follow me.”
Before he can take a step, a small hand reaches out and clasps around his pinky, and when Lance blinks back down at the tiny face beaming his way, he melts a bit inside.
“We have a lot of fruity candles here,” he explains as he walks with her, and she listens intently. “Do you like grapes the best?”
She surprisingly shakes her head, and Lance pauses.
“Daddy likes them,” she says bluntly, and then crooks a finger his way after searching around them briefly. Lance bends, and she moves to whisper in his ear.
“I don’t really like them. Poppa and me like the green ones better. Only daddy likes purple.”
Lance struggles for a moment to interpret the words, but it makes sense a moment later when a man runs into the shop, looking altogether too relieved as he approaches.
“There you are!” He huffs, and the little girl grins as she runs over to him. He picks her up and boops her nose affectionately, and Lance concludes that this must be the father that likes grapes.
“Don’t just run off like that!” he reprimands softly. “There are creepy people in the mall-”
“He was helping!” the girl interrupts, and the man glances over at Lance when she points his way.
“Oh, well, I wasn’t really referring to-” he narrows his eyes, looking at a place on Lance’s apron. “‘Candle Jenner’….?”
Lance snorts as his face heats, and he waves off the name to explain.
“We all chose puns,” he begins, realizing he’s the only one working and trailing off. “I’m Lance.”
He holds out a hand, which the man takes after adjusting his hold on the child.
“I’m Sadie!” she bursts, and Lance shakes her hand as well.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”