The saleswoman’s voice is cold and cutting:
“Stop standing here dreaming about things you’ll never afford!”
The little girl flinches hard, instinctively hiding behind her grandfather. Her small hands grip his coat. The camera captures nearby customers turning their heads—uncomfortable, silent, frozen.
The luxury around them suddenly feels heavier, colder.
The old man slowly lowers his gaze. His voice is quiet but firm, carrying pain:
“Please… she’s just a child.”
A pause.
The air tightens.
The saleswoman tilts her head slightly, a cold smirk forming:
“Then teach her reality.”
Silence follows.
The camera lingers on the girl’s face—her dream just shattered under crystal lights that still sparkle like nothing happened.
No one moves. No one speaks.
End.
