WHEN IT WAS all said and done, my shopping bill was pretty staggering - just under eleven thousand euros. Even Slade was a little taken aback.
Mission accomplished.
“Is that okay?” I asked, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Yeah. It’s... fine,” he said, taking out his wallet.
“You look familiar,” said the clerk, who was ringing up the items. “Have you been in here before?”
“No,” he replied, looking distracted.
“Huh,” answered the woman, who was in her fifties. “You just look like someone I know. Or should know.”
Noticing the lilt in her voice, he winked. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me. Is that true?” he teased, staring at her nametag. “Joan?”
The woman laughed. “Goodness, if I was twenty years younger and fifty pounds thinner, you’d know for sure.”
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