He took her to one of those stores where the price tags have more zeros than a lottery ticket.
Thea walked in behind him and just… stopped.
She froze right there in the entryway, her eyes wide as she took in the racks of perfectly folded clothes, the bright, minimalist décor, and the sales assistants who looked like they'd just stepped out of a fashion magazine.
You could almost see the math happening in her head. The quick, panicked calculations of a person who knows the exact price of a loaf of bread, now faced with a t-shirt that could probably feed a small family for a week.
'I can't be here.'
She took a half-step back, ready to bolt.
Kofi, who was starting to get a PhD in reading her silent panic attacks, turned around.
"What's wrong?"
'What's wrong? What's wrong is that this place is for a different species of human, you idiot.'
"I… I can't," she whispered, shaking her head. "This place is… it's too much."
