The Salesperson

I was sad to read that this hop is coming to close, but I'll try to be sure to take part in these last two weeks. For today, I decided to edit a scene that i'd written during a writing sprint, but have since done a tiny bit of editing.
Iovita is a wheelchair user and is at a mall.
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Iovita stared at the obstacle of the stairs. “My legs are too bad today.”

“Can I help you?” a salesperson asked.

“Are these stairs the only way to the second floor?”

“Definitely not. I was just heading to the elevator with this pallet of items. Would you like to follow me?”

“Yes, thanks.” What a relief. She lifted her head to scan his nametag.

Jack pushed on the bar on the cart. “I keep telling management that we have to have better signage about the elevator.”

“It isn't just a service elevator for employees doing jobs like yours?”

“No. We use it as well because there's only the one elevator, but it's kept clean and well working for customers to use as well.” Jack pushed his shaggy brown hair behind his ear before turning down a path between two areas of women's clothes. “Are you looking for a specific thing once you get upstairs?”

“I want to look around, no specific goal.”

Jack stopped in front of the large, silver doors of the elevator and pressed a button on the cart's handle.

Brushing her fingers over her power chair's direction knob, Iovita waited and adjusted her lap blanket. A nice, new nighty before Per time tonight. Her tablet made a small bell sound to alert her that Ziba had come online. Well it is already Sunday morning for her. She grabbed her tablet and touched the screen before entering her passcode. Clicking on Ziba's picture, she tapped out, “Hi, love. I'm just enjoying an afternoon at the mall.”

“That's lovely. I'm so glad you have the bus for trips like this, allowing everyone of any ability level to enjoy these outings,” Ziba replied.

I think they have that little coffee bar upstairs. I'd like a little treat. She carefully wedged the tablet under her blanket when the elevator doors opened.

“Going up?” Jack asked with a grin.

Iovita pushed the control knob on her chair to start her forward after him. “Thanks for not directly acknowledging my chair or making a big deal of it.”

“You're welcome. I think more people just learn to be decent and not wait until they or a loved one needs to use mobility aids. Although I should admit, I'm an occupational therapist student.”
Laughing, Iovita said, “Well people will always need OT. Who knows? Maybe I'll eventually have you for my therapist one of these days.”

Jack nodded. “If only we could get a real health care system so it's easier for everyone to get the medical help they need.”

“Too true.” The elevator came to a stop. “Thank you so much for your help.”

“You're welcome. I hope you enjoy the rest of your shopping.” Jack waited while Iovita exited the elevator.

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