A day on the farm

Even though the sun is shining outside, it doesn't mean it's time to make hay...

From the time that first customer (apartment buyer) came into the door, he had no interest in being there. He had a British accent, which when used to speak nonchalantly about a topic comes across as though he were about to vomit at the simple thought of having to even discuss it. He wore skinny black jeans which positively had to be sewn for him to mold so perfectly to his shockingly thin frame. With long, tiered bangs softly sweeping his structures cheek bones, you cold almost see how he can seem attractive to his mate. His girlfriend was a pretty blonde with exceptionally pale skin. She was polite - and probably sounded more polite than she actually is solely due to her perfect London English accent. She tended to agree with him although her general aura was of pleasure (and not the disgust he insisted on conveying).

They were to look at two million dollar homes. By most standards, these flats are glorified (amd expensive) walk-in closets. In Manhattan, this is luxury at it's highest level.

Although he was incredibly weathly (which by default dictates importance to most in NYC) he had all the time in the world. He looked at 13 of our condos - priced from a mere $2M to as much as $10M. The entire time, it was neve clear what he could afford and what was very out of reach. He did tell me he like my nail polish though.