Stubborn

In his life, Gray never thought he would have to clarify that 212 is $212 to someone.

"Selina," he called her name again, this time in a state of disbelief. His voice caught somewhere between a sigh and a laugh.

"Two hundred twelve means two hundred and twelve dollars. Not twenty-one thousand or two hundred twelve thousand."

Selina stared at him, confused.

"Huh? It's that cheap?"

"Yes, Selina, we're in a department store," Gray blinked.

He couldn't believe this was a real conversation. His brain short-circuited trying to process how someone could genuinely misunderstand something that badly.

Selina tilted her head and shook it as if there was something wrong with it.

"That doesn't sound right, Gray. That was like so many clothes. Are you sure the cashier didn't forget to scan or something?"

"No," he said flatly. "We're at a department store, not a luxury shop, Selina."