That wouldn't do; she was here to pursue Anthony Charlie, so she couldn't have nowhere to sit, right?
Eve Thompson held her chin, deep in thought for a moment. She entered the classroom, stood at the front, clapped her hands to grab everyone's attention, and then cheerfully said, "Attention students in the first three rows! I really love this class, so could one of you please give me a seat?"
Everyone rolled their eyes, ignoring her.
Eve took out her wallet, hesitated between fifty and one hundred, bit the bullet, and took out a one-hundred-dollar bill: "I'll give a hundred dollars!"
Still no takers.
Eve: "... Two hundred!"
Still no response.
Eve painfully took out three more bills: "Five hundred!"
"I'll give you my seat!" A boy in the front row stood up.
Eve: ...
Five hundred bucks for a seat, isn't that too expensive?
