Jean Norris's face stiffened, expressionless, and tense, like someone who'd just had plastic surgery; quite jarring and unnatural at first glance.
This lady's intuition was just too sharp.
Customers these days were so shrewd; it's tough doing business.
He waved his hand generously, "Fine, fine, you're my first sale today, so I can give you a discount. I'll take a thousand dollars, and remember to patronize my business next time."
Caroline toyed with the wooden sword, ignoring the shopkeeper's words.
Jean's heart bled, and he gritted his teeth, "Eight hundred. Really can't go lower. With the cost and shipping, I'm only making less than fifty."
Caroline put down the wooden sword and stared at the man in front of her, her eyes revealing a hint of lazy playfulness.
Without hesitation, she cut the price in half, "Five hundred."
Jean looked at her composed face, feeling uncertain, and weakly said, "Miss, five hundred is too little... How about adding another hundred?"
