“I was selling it for three.” “Yeah…” I draw out the word. “And how was that working out for you?” She crosses her arms. “Three.” “I didn’t realize you were in any position to negotiate.” “Two,” she amends. “And a smile.” I visibly weigh the offer, tilting my head back and forth. “That’s a bit steep, honey.” She sighs. “Just the smile then.” “That was the steep part I was referring to.”
