Compliments

"You look rather nice today." a male voice sounded from nearby.
I didn't react or pause in my attempts to clean a sticky stain from the glass window. It wasn't like I hadn't heard him, but I had good hearing and I'd heard that line spoken by hundreds of guys to other pretty women in the shop before now. I jumped as a finger tapped my shoulder. I half twisted to look at the stranger, a young man probably around my age. "Yes?" I asked putting on a helpful smile. After all he was a customer and I the worker.
He tilted his head, his dark eyes studying me before he smiled. "I said you look rather nice today."
My hand paused on the glass and reflexively I looked down at my uniform that only looked flattering in pitch blackness. I looked back up, raising an eyebrow. "Thanks?" I questioned. How could I look nice in something I wore everyday?
His eyes sparked. "You don't believe me."
I smiled and shook my head. "Not in the slightest, it is a work uniform after all." I said with a shrug. "It's not supposed to look nice. "
"You make it look nice."
I barely managed to not roll my eyes. "Mmmmm, Can I help you with anything else?" I asked tilting my head.
His eyes widened in surprise before he shook it. "No, just thought you should know."
I smiled. "Well...Thanks. You have a good day."
"...You too." He said with a slight frown turning away.

-Inspiration from a brief interaction at the mall.