That girl was good, real good. But she was right too. The dust on the wine case proved it. That wine had been sitting there, for a season or two. There was not a lot of people who could afford it, and it was rarely sold. Her father, though she knew she wouldn't tell him, would find out about this. If she walked out that door, her father would get real mad. Dean hardly ever got mad at Syrah, but its always that way. The mother usually fights the kids, but the dad, well no one wants to fight with a dad. Syrah grimaced outwardly then her expression turned shocked when the girl mentioned becoming a regular customer. Only 270 mizas, thats not that much down her mind told her. Plus months more of this kind of money? Her father would freak.
Syrah almost grabbed the girl when she turned to walk out. She had to make this deal, 270 was not that bad. She could do it, she could tell her father and her father would be proud of her. Maybe he would reward her someway? She could only imagine...
"Ok, your right. 270 then, I'll give it to you for 270. We have a deal then?" She sighed. She didn't even try to maintain her composure, the girl saw right through her. She bounced the purse in her hand nervously and ticked her nails on the wooden wagon.
"I can get John to help you get these back if you wish." she said, assuming the girl would agree to her own terms.
Syrah almost grabbed the girl when she turned to walk out. She had to make this deal, 270 was not that bad. She could do it, she could tell her father and her father would be proud of her. Maybe he would reward her someway? She could only imagine...
"Ok, your right. 270 then, I'll give it to you for 270. We have a deal then?" She sighed. She didn't even try to maintain her composure, the girl saw right through her. She bounced the purse in her hand nervously and ticked her nails on the wooden wagon.
"I can get John to help you get these back if you wish." she said, assuming the girl would agree to her own terms.