*Shelby*
“I am a normal person,” I said again, with a smile as we walked. Reggie looked at me and raised a single eyebrow with skepticism.
“You don’t believe me?” I asked.
“Right, because us normal people get invited to one of the largest private yachts in the world as guests all the time. You don’t have to pretend you’re not rich to fit in with the crew. They will like you because you are actually nice,” Reggie said.
“I am the furthest thing from rich,” I laughed.
“Oh, yeah? Prove it,” Reggie said with a teasing smile on his face.
I quickly pulled out my phone and found a picture of me and my two roommates in our apartment and showed it to Reggie.
“What does this prove?” he asked.
“This is a picture of me and my two roommates, Lin and Aubrey; we are sitting in the living room of our one-bedroom apartment. I am a bartender at a little dive bar, and I currently have two hundred and thirty dollars in my bank account,” I said matter of factly.
