I entered the art supply store with Yoo Yeonha. Various easels and canvases that exuded luxury lined the neatly organized store.

“Do you really plan on painting?”

Yoo Yeonha asked as I busily looked over the products. I didn’t bother responding as I picked a brush, palette, easel, canvas, oil paint, etc.

“How much will these be?”

I asked at the counter. The store owner wearing a beret and sleeve protectors looked at me skeptically.

“Do you know how to paint?”

I smirked at his question. Honestly, I had no idea. I figured I would naturally pick it up once I started.

“Of course, I’m buying these because I know how to paint.”

“Why are you wearing a mask? Do you have leprosy?”

“It’s none of your business, so please just tell me how much.”

The store owner grimaced and shook his head.

“We can’t sell our goods to any chap on the street. That’s the law.”

“I said I know how to paint. I might not be just another chap, you know?”

“…”

The store owner crossed his thick arms in disbelief and glared. It seemed like he would call the police if I stubbornly persisted.

I smirked again and nodded.

“Then, let’s do it like this. Sell me those first and I’ll go paint. You can gauge my skills and call the police if you’re not satisfied with my painting.”

“Hmm… You sound confident, don’t you?”

“Of course.”

“Okay, deal.”

I extended my card to the store owner and he snatched it out of my hand.

“How much—”

I asked, but the store...