What the fuck. Richie blinked for a moment and then pushed up his glasses before staring for a moment longer. "What?" He asked after a beat. Because, well, it was pretty hard to imagine anyone turning down a five digit number in exchange for nothing, or maybe half those digits if a seller was ever found.
Realistically, he was giving up the idea of ten k for a hundred dollars instead. And Richie? Would not have done that at all. Mostly because who could afford to let go of that much even potential money? "Are you sure? Because that's fucking crazy, dude."
He didn't know why he was questioning it, mind, because it was like giving someone a chance to change their mind when he didn't really want them to in the first place.