"Did I ask you for clothes?"
The young man smiled at her, ignoring her unexplainable attitude. He had to sell something, at least today.
"Do come in. I assure you that you won't regret it."
She sized him from head to toes from the height that she was and have him a doubtful look.
"Sorry... I don't buy from...", she looked away from him, "... paupers."
The young man froze a bit. He was...
dumbstruck. He felt hurt but her words. All he wanted was to sell to be able to get enough money for his unwell sister. Not having enough money hurts him to the core because it's putting his sister's life on the line. His family is trying their best to raise enough money for her bill and now someone comes and classifies him as a pauper. It hurt him deeply.
