"Who are you again?" Rick raised his eyebrow as he looked at Brad with a curious gaze.
"You..." Brad's face froze, "I just told you... My father is..."
"Yes! Yes! You told me your father's name," Rick said, still with a plesant smile plastered on his face, "I asked who you are."
"Yesterday I broke your wrist in front of a live stream and you cried in a gutter next to your own car."
"Today you walked in with a cast and a gold card and started barking like nobody taught you what happened."
"That isn't status."
"That's a man who still doesn't know when to give up."
"So if I had to introduce you... I would say..."
"You are just a thick-skinned rich dude with a kink to get humiltaed in front of a crowd."
"That's who you are."
And the moment Rick dropped those words, the boutique went dead silent. The chat went silent. Brad went silent.
Brad's mouth opened. Nothing useful came out.
Rick's smile stayed light.
