Dialogue

There Sage and I sat on my bedroom floor, not knowing what to do with our lives when I had a brilliant idea.

“Sage, let us go out for breakfast! How much money do you have?” I inquired, hoping she would have enough for herself and me.

“Hmmm, let me look. I have got about thirty-five cents,” she said with disappointment at the small amount she held out to me. We both look down pitifully into her cold white palm.
“Thirty-five cents?” I wonder, making sure I heard her correctly.
“Well, that and some pocket lint.” She replies with a smile. Such is the life of a poor college student.