Lingyun looked down at the containers before slowly returning most of them to the shelf. He kept one jar of purple glitter and held it up as though the color changed everything.
I stared at it for several seconds.
Glitter was terrible. It escaped from sealed containers, appeared in places it had never been carried or had been seen by the light of day, and refused to leave even when people begged and vacuumed seven times. If Lingyun opened that jar inside my house, I would still be finding purple sparkles in my bedroom ten years from now.
On the other hand, it was purple.
I took the jar from him and placed it in the cart. You never know when a glitter bomb would come in handy. Maybe I should pick up a few more.
Lingyun smiled as though he had won something. He hadn't. I had simply decided that the glitter belonged to me now.
