Abel asked disinterestedly, "What's in it for me if I win?"
Betty reached for the phone, pulled up a photo, and threw it into his lap. "If you win, it's yours!"
Abel took the phone, looked at the screen, and upon seeing the item, immediately sat up straight.
"Is it with you?"
On the screen was a finely crafted silver vase, ancient in appearance. Abel immediately recognized it as the vase he failed to acquire at the auction before.
"If you lose, you'll have to give me your vase!" Betty said.
Abel turned his face with some surprise, watched her profile for a moment, and finally understood, bursting into laughter, "So that's why you hold a grudge against me. It turns out you were the one bidding against me two years ago at the auction."
Two years ago, he had his eye on a gilded vase at an auction in Eastern Europe, constantly outbid by another until he finally won.
