If he ever became an escort… I'd spend my entire salary just for a night. Hell, I'd take out a loan. Sell my organs. My house. My neighbor's dog. Anything.
Meanwhile, oblivious to the inner chaos his existence had triggered, Rex calmly continued browsing the nearest rack of shirts. flipping through shirts with quiet interest. He examined fabric quality, cut, and color, genuinely trying to decide what looked best on him.
A sudden, soft sigh pulled his attention. He glanced sideways and raised an eyebrow.
The salesgirl beside him stood frozen, completely lost in thought. Her expression was shifting rapidly—first dreamy bliss.Then, it shifted to flustered confusion. Then—oh no—pleased giddiness. And now…
Was she… drooling?
Sure enough, a thin, glistening line of drool trailed down the corner of her lips, catching the light like a tragic string of pearls.
Rex blinked, utterly baffled.
He coughed gently, raising a subtle hand to the corner of his mouth.
She didn't react.
