Too much fun

Two weeks of pretending to be nobility was torture. Quite honestly, Kazi could not understand how these people could live to be so fat in wealth and authority. It was too much. Way too much. Running a business, even a massive conglomerate, required charisma, education, or instinct. Being a successful seller or merchant was not a sin in Kazi's books. To build one's talents brick by brick was among the best feelings in the world. An addicting, pleasant feeling that Kazi understood, although did not entirely subscribe to. 

But this? This credit card in his hand capable of spending tens of thousands of dollars in a day? This HAD to be a sin. 

"No way they're going to heaven after this…"

"Sorry? What was that?"

They were at a coffee shop. Pauline drank, he did not. Pauline had the veil and Kazi wore that mask. They received looks. They could afford to ignore them. 

"Don't worry about it."

A blank stare. "Do you want to eat?"