Lucian turned to the owner of the voice. It was the manager who looked considerably pissed off. Reaching out, she grabbed the vintage shirt that Lucian was interested in buying and tossed it at him. “Are you trying to be smart with me, young man?”
Lifting the shirt, Lucian could see faint traces of black spots at the tip of the fabric. It was the part that he had touched while admiring the material earlier.
“I'm sorry, but I didn't realize I had stained it. Please get me the machine and I'll make payment,” He said as calmly as he could.
“Don't fall for his cheap lies. Call the police immediately and get him arrested! Look at those eyes, if we give him a little space, he'll run out of here and escape for his life. Unless you teach thieves like him a lesson, they would never learn,” Harpe
