Her House

When I landed at the Gainesville airport, I was just about to head out with my luggage when a jewelry shop caught my eye.

It was Tiffany & Co.

The windows displayed a variety of expensive-looking jewelry—from gold bracelets to diamond necklaces.

I got inside the shop and saw gleaming glass shelves with high-end jewelry.

The gold was hypnotizing—how beautiful it shone in the soft, buttery yellow light of the shop. The gold was so bright that flecks of light flickered off it in explosive lightning-like bursts.

A sales associate approached me. "Good afternoon, sir! Are you looking for something specific?"

 She was easy on the eye, and her long, dark hair and white dress made her stand out.

"Hello, can I know your name?" I asked.

"I'm Tina, sir," she said with a friendly smile.

"Tina, I'm looking for a necklace. Something within $5,000, gold preferably."