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She nodded slightly, looking up at him. "Yeah."
He pursed his lips, not seeming too amused. "..Yes. that'll be 40 kroele."
She looked up at him, her eyes wide. After a moment she leaned forward, kissing his cheek lightly.
He looked down at her with a small nod. The man raised an eyebrow curiously. "Right. Is that everything?"
She blushed heavily, her hands taking both of his as she went silent.
He nodded, and the price flipped up in the old register. "Good. We don't accept other currency here."
She looked a little nervous, but excited at the same time. "Yeah."
The man looked up, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and blowing it to the side. He began ringing up the items. He raised an eyebrow at them....
She blinked, looking up at him. "You could?"
He sighed slowly, and thet made it to the counter where a middle aged man smoking a type of cigarette was. "Yes. Fine."
She was watching him curiously. "Me too."
He looked a little hesitant, but nodded. "Okay.."
She seemed unsure, but shook her head. "Whatever.."
He frowned, trying to look up at him. "It's not necessary.'
She looked over at him. "I've just never been brave."
His frown deepened. "..Fine."
"It's just unusual circumstances," she said, turning onto her back and looking up at the ceiling.
He waved her off. "No. I don't want to."
"You must not know a lot of people," she said with a small frown.
He frowned, shaking his head. "No, that's okay. I have my own things."
