"Could you accept this just for now? Exchange it later?"
But the moment the words left his mouth, he regretted them.
The seller's face twisted into a deep frown. He leaned slightly over the counter, his irritation barely contained. "No, sir," he replied coldly. "This is a market, not a charity house. I do not have time, or reason, to do favors like that."
His eyes narrowed as he looked Abuchi over again, from his clean clothes to his neatly kept hair. Looks like he is from a rich family, the man thought bitterly.
One of those people who thinks everyone else is beneath them. That shopkeepers should be grateful just to serve them.
He was not the only one thinking that.
The man behind Abuchi folded his arms with a scoff. "These spoiled kids," he muttered to the woman beside him. "They think they're better than the rest of us. Like the world should just bend for them."
Others in line, having pieced together what was happening, nodded subtly in agreement. Some shook their heads.
