Damon shook his head, "No, you misunderstood, this one's too big, I want a smaller one." He didn't want to pay for a large machine that would be a hassle to transport and install.
The man's face fell, "Aaahh, I see. Unfortunately, I don't think we have any of that, but I could ask in the back, just wait for me at the counter." He scratched his bald head, looking apologetic.
Damon returned to the counter, where his mom was waiting, her eyes inquiring. "So? Did you find it?" she asked, her voice laced with skepticism.
Damon smiled wryly, "Yep, we found it, but it's a tad too big and probably expensive." He knew his mom would be concerned about the cost.
"I told you, Damon, we should stick to buying food. A stove is just too much expensive," she said, her voice rising in argument.
