Are you getting married?

A guy came in today. I’d spoken to him earlier on the phone but it was Cory’s up, so he started trying to sell him a box spring. The guy however, was less interested in boxes and more interested in following me around. He was older, mid-forties, with curly shoulder length hair and a little mustache. When he stood he leaned back appreciably, making me wonder how he was balancing.
Initially I just ignored him after a polite smile in greeting, going about putting shipment away. I went into the back room to get more pillows for a display when I looked up and saw him stepping into our back room area. Picture a cat fluffing in alarm. He took another step in and I stood up abruptly, glancing pointedly at the employees only sign. He made a comment about where we keep our stock and I made him give way in the door, backing him out of the room with my box between us.
He followed me back up to the front and Cory reengaged him about the boxspring he was buying. As I went by to go get more pillows he stopped me with this grin on his face,”Are you getting married?” I blinked and looked at my ringless hands. “Uh, not anytime soon.” I smiled awkwardly, shrugged, and carried my box into the back.
As I walked away I could hear Cory say, “Reggie’s only 24, she’s got plenty of time.” I hid in the back until he left, then reappeared. Cory was laughing at my admirer, and told me when I left he started asking if I had a boyfriend. I didn’t get hit on this much when working at a sex store, but mattresses, apparently.