It was easy to say that Idris enjoyed his job. Enjoyed it a lot, in fact. It wasn't only making sales, it was also connecting with people on a level that most would probably not think was possible in the dealership business. In a way, the true colors of others were shown as they were either easily led along into a sale (only the best deal, of course), or held out, not content to snatch up the first available vehicle that was offered at a low price. And then there were those that fit somewhere in between, neither here nor there but looking, always looking...
The young representative that had recently been hired had left early for the third time in two weeks. Idris was not pleased and his manager definitely wasn't, either. However, Idris had no problem with handling the sales floor alone; it came naturally to him after all of these years, the appropriate words leaping quickly to his tongue so that he could voice them and coerce--if needed--a potential buyer in the right direction. Almost all directions involving a sale made by him, in Idris' humble opinion, were most assuredly right (and getting better every day).
From his desk, Idris had noticed a young woman weaving her way through the car lot, stopping near the motorcycles and admiring them the way one would admire a prestigious sculpture in a museum--except these sculptures could be touched, handled, and eventually put to use as they were made to be. They were the classic 'daredevil' mode of transportation, bringing to mind images of young and old thrill seekers speeding along uncharted highways, entirely fearless with the steady purr of their engine to keep them company.
Idris checked his watch--three minutes, four--and then headed outside to speak with the woman.
"See anything you like?" He stated cheerfully as he approached her. "Sorry to keep you waiting."