Samson grinned. While women were not his cup of tea, he had no problem admiring them. Marie was like an intricate painting or beautifully baked merengue cake: you could not help looking at her. She was one Hello Kitty away of being a lolita, but that only added to her charm.
Even her voice has something melodic about it. Good thing he wasn't straight, or he would have given it to her for free.
"It's for sale," he said, pointing at the price tag. Twelve dollars. "And if it's no good, you get your money back. Any idea where you're going to hang it?" He looked her over, gauging. "Is this... is this you're craft. I'm usually good at reading people, but... you're being difficult."