"Man, I don't have any change at all. How about this? I'll buy all of these flowers… at the price your son mentioned earlier."
Artis said it so casually—like he wasn't holding a damn gold coin in a place where people would shank their own grandma for a single silver.
The woman, still keeping her head bowed, felt the corner of her lips twitch.
Ah. There it was.
The typical, predictable bullshit.
'Pigs...'
She thought, shaking her head slightly.
She had seen this exact scenario play out a dozen times before, and it always ended the same way.
Rich asshole. Flashy coin. Smug grin. And then—
"How about you, then? Do you cover for the balance?"
It was so textbook she could practically recite his next words herself.
She sighed, feigning regret.