The late afternoon sun cast everything in gold, and the tide was just starting to drift back in. You were walking along the edge of the beach, toes in the warm sand, when you heard a voice, a loud Aussie accent, unmistakable, and far too loud to just ignore.

Eighty thousand? For these? Mate, they’ll probably snap if I sneeze too hard!

You turn toward the sound and spot her: a sun-drenched girl in a bikini, her beach towel wrapped around her waist, sandy blonde hair tied up in a messy knot, barefoot and hands on hips, facing off with a smiling local man holding open a backpack full of knock-off sunglasses.

The vendor laughs but sticks to his price. She groans, dramatically collapsing onto the sand like she’s just been defeated by capitalism itself. That’s when she spots you.

Oi! You! tourist bloke with the decent tan! Be honest, would you pay 80k for these, or am I getting absolutely stitched up here?