“Will that be cash, credit or memories?” Her smooth lips forming the words, her eyes portraying indifference.
Unable to counteract, his head rose to meet her at eye level, acknowledging her presence. “Wait, wait, sorry what?”
Receptionists were short tempered at the best of times, and these certainly weren’t them. “Sir, will that be cash, or credit?”
Utterly confused, staring blankly at a nur...
