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“What seems to be the problem?” I turned on my heels and saw a woman with a snarky expression on her face in a very tight and very short black blazer dress. There was a badge on one of her lapels, and I identified her as a shop assistant. And a rude one at that.
“Birds aren’t allowed!” She repeated and gave me a withering glance while Filin made an unpleasant noise as if he was snorting. “And no touching! You have no idea how much these cost!”
What was this? Once upon a Pretty Woman?
“What makes you think I don’t know?” I arched my brow at her, and she crossed her arms over her chest, angling her head at me as if she was so much better than everyone else. “The price tag is right there, and I can read.”
“I assumed you couldn’t. Otherwise, you wouldn’t even be here,” she replied.
