Seth had seen flowers like the ones she was offering overpriced over fifty dollars. That was insane. She had to put up a very poor front to contrast the big shops. “Ten bucks, buddy,” she replied, opening her free palm and making a count of five fingers plus five again: Ten. “Cheap for ya.”
“Who are they for?” she asked in a hushed voice to keep the confidence between the two of them. “Wife? Lover?”