#Chapter66 No, there isn't a problem, right?

A soft hum of classical music fills the ears in the classy store filled with no more that thirt-five people and an expensive-smelling aroma patrols every isle in the store the girls had dragged me in. We had been at the mall for about an hour and all they had managed to purchase in that agonizing hour is a pair of expensive pearl earrings.

I do not fully comprehend the concept of shopping for an hour and yet claim to not have seen anything of your desire. That's why I don't bother setting foot in a mall without knowing what is it that...