David’s POV;
I got into the car after Salvatore, and as Salvatore was about to tell the driver to start, I stole a glance at him. His face is rigid and his eyes are keen on his phone’s screen. I stare at the guitar… The $500,000 guitar sitting proudly between us, and I can’t stop myself.
“...Sal? “
“Hmm? “
“What’s your net worth? “I question, and he pauses, he finally looks up from his phone, and at me, and I battle to maintain eye contact.
“I mean… How much… Do you make? No… I mean… Do you… “I start, begging my brain for words it fails to deliver, and Salvatore smiles.
“Is this about the guitar? “He questions with a shining smile, and I nod slowly.
I don’t want to piss him off or seem ungrateful, but he spent way too much on this guitar. Quite frankly, I’m scared to even touch it. If I break a string, I’ll feel like I’ve wasted money that could help some NGO somewhere.
“Stop worrying about it. You just have to decide that you like something. How I get it, isn’t something you should
