[ There's nobody else in the store. In the corner of Nadia's eye, a mother and her daughter board a train. While the kid looks at his box, the bravado slips from Nadia's expression to reveal something softer underneath. It's almost sad.
She takes another drag of her cigarette, zips that shit up, and goes back to her half-joking half-smile. ]
Wouldn't you like to know, kid.
[ Ordinarily, she'd leave that there. Strangers don't get to know her business. But the kid doesn't seem like he's doing that great, and Nadia doesn't want to be responsible for -
- well. She doesn't want to be responsible. ]
But yeah. It has. I'll give you that one for free. Unlike the CD player, which you gotta pay for, you hear me?
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She takes another drag of her cigarette, zips that shit up, and goes back to her half-joking half-smile. ]
Wouldn't you like to know, kid.
[ Ordinarily, she'd leave that there. Strangers don't get to know her business. But the kid doesn't seem like he's doing that great, and Nadia doesn't want to be responsible for -
- well. She doesn't want to be responsible. ]
But yeah. It has. I'll give you that one for free. Unlike the CD player, which you gotta pay for, you hear me?