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One would wonder why she didn’t greet Lily herself.

And Lily also wonders that, since she voices her concern right away. In front of Mara. “Every, babe, did I suddenly go invisible?”

“Technically, no.”

“Then why is she ignoring me?” She cocks her head in the saleslady’s direction.

“That’s because she calculated from your outfit and your whole vibe that you probably aren’t from the background that could afford her stuff. So since she’s most likely not getting any cut from you, she better not waste her time, yeah?”

“Damn, that’s kinda mean.” Lily further voices her opinion on that matter.

And her man just shrugs like there’s nothing wrong with that. “Of course. That’s just how the world goes.”

The young couple stroll around the shop, all lovey-dovey as if they are in Paris, and not some desolate, depressing city like this one. Every picks up a pair of one thousand dollar socks that he feels like buying just because. To Lily-girl’s amateurish eyes, it looks exactly like the same old ones that some granny always sells in the local Christmas market for a dollar each.

Well, either that, or the Christmas giveaways at the local homeless shelter she once stayed at when her sister kicked her out of the house after a fight about ‘Batman or Superman, who would win? ’ escalated a little bit too high.

Yep. The small town might not even have a mall, but it sure has a homeless shelter.

That’s a necessity.

Or else their already minimal population would drop by a quarter every year.

But anyway, Lily is proud to represent Batman.

And guess what? She even finds a pair of socks with a licensed Batman logo on them. “Man, we’ve gotta buy this.”

The price tag read one thousand and one hundred dollars. The extra hundred for the licensed logo, no doubt.

“Anything you want,” her generous boyfriend tells her.

“Nah, that’s too expensive. What if you go bankrupt after buying this? If you go broke, then you wouldn’t be my CEO billionaire boyfriend anymore. You’ll be my unemployed boyfriend, living in the homeless shelter.”

But her generous man smiles confidently, bright white teeth shining in the bright white lights. These people really don’t mind the electricity bills, do they? “I have an infinite amount of cash that multiplies every second. Trust me, the bank will get a crash out from how much money I have before I ever go broke.”

“Nice to hear. That one time my mama tried to open a bank account, it crashed the next day from her negative cash flow. Apparently, the ATMs don’t puke out cash for you just because you feel like it. It pulls that cash from your account.”

What is this? An economics class?

Guess that’s enough rambling for Lily-girl, then.

They end up getting a new set of three-piece suits for Every, four pairs of socks (Lily’s licensed Batman ones included), a random handbag Every picked for Lily just because it complements his suit well, a random trashcan that he liked and decided that his penthouse needed, and a whole lot of other random trinkets.

Also, that trashcan wasn’t even for sale.

But he wanted it, and everything that Every wants, he gets.

What a spoiled adult.

Lily crinkles her nose as she stares down at the bill, with a number so high, she can’t even read it. “Why waste so much money?”

A couple of weeks ago, she couldn’t even afford packet Ramen noodles.

And all these times, he’s been splurging his cash on who knows what.

“I like it,” is his short answer.

CHAPTER 28: IMAGINARY BANK ACCOUNT’S DEPOSIT