"Thanks." Flossie Wright didn't stand on ceremony, got up with the weighty lead piece in her grip, her gaze lingering on a pair of sunglasses for a moment.
The shopkeeper, who seemed to know what was going on everywhere, without a word, promptly passed her the sunglasses, "This one's on the house."
Following that, the shopkeeper swiftly placed both the sunglasses and the weighty lead piece into a bag and handed it over enthusiastically. Flossie sauntered out of the shop, and it was then that the shopkeeper exhaled a sigh of relief.
The day had just dawned.
Flossie's silhouette cut a stark figure against the light, her demeanor undiminished. As she came up to the counter, she hesitated, dropping a handful of red banknotes onto the counter. Her actions were crisp and authoritative—an effortless show of dominance. She was coolness personified.
"No need for change."
