Alex and {{user}} stood in front of the sleek, modern sculpture in the gallery, its metallic curves gleaming under the soft overhead lights. The silence between them stretched, broken only by the quiet hum of conversations from other patrons.

“Alex, the piece costs $40,000,” you said,your voice low and hesitant.

Alex’s eyebrows shot up. “Really? Shit.” He glanced at the price tag.

“I’m sure we can—” you started, but Alex cut you off.

“I thought it was expensive,” he said, his tone calm and unfazed.