Highest Rank In Spiritual #18
Andre Brown's life has sunk into a never ending black hole. Nothing seems to be working out for him and he has no answers why. His faith in God has gotten him as far as being in and out of homeless shelters. Forcing his...
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"So what brings you here my man?" The bass of a short Latino man rang through the small jewelry shop, located on the east side of Richmond. Andre drew his eyes upwards to meet with the man speaking to him. He watched his lips turn into a petite grin causing Andre to reciprocate in hesitation.
"I was looking for rings, but I don't see much of anything but bracelets or necklaces." Andre pointed through the glass and scanned over the display pieces once more before looking back to the man.
"That's because they're over on this side, let me show you." He turned the corner behind the display boxes and showed Andre to the best rings he sold. "Now what's the occasion?" Andre leaned over the glass carefully and smushed his lips together just staring at some of the prices. He wasn't sure what price rang he wanted, what look he wanted, or cut.
"Probably engagement."
"Probably, you don't sound so sure. Wanna start with a promise ring?" He offers instead, Andre didn't feel as if he was too far ahead of himself. Everything he was making thorough decisions on—made perfect sense.
"No, I'm sure." He corrected. "What's your biggest cut for it's lowest price? She deserves way more than I can afford." He chuckles, running his tongue over his lips.
"Typically I sell this cut for engagements only and it ranges from one to four." His accent slipped every know and then making Andre focus more complexly than he was before. Creasing his eyebrows together his lips parted.
"That's it?" Andre asked.
"Yeah, seriously."
"This stuff isn't fake is it?" He then asks concerned.
"Brother I've been selling jewelry for over thirty years, my loyalty to my business is crucial. Besides, what's the point of selling a fake rock for riches? That's not something I'd do nor Jesus."
Andre stood up straight staring over the rings conflicted to believe the man or not. "What if I don't know her ring size?"
"The average woman ring size is a six, what type of fingers does she have?"
"Uh, man I don't know. Long, skinny?" Andre nervously replied. He wasn't too observant when it came to Stephanie's hands, he knew her soul and physical attributes—which he believed he should know.
"We'll match her with a size six, and say the ring doesn't fit? Come back in and we'll size her perfectly. I think the one on the end is a perfect engagement ring." Opening up the locked glass door, his hand maneuvered around a few expensive pieces of jewelry before picking up the ring and placing it onto of the glass. Andre came to a quick conclusion that it was the best ring he could afford, and provide her with.
"I'll take it." And it became final. Andre was using the last few hundred dollars for an engagement ring. Hopefully an engagement ring that will complete Stephanie's birthday.
