"I don't like it," I said, wrinkling my nose at the sleek black machine glowing under the store lights.
Kasteil tilted his head, patient as always. "Why?"
"I don't like how it looks." I gestured vaguely at the thing—sharp angles, matte black finish, logo centered perfectly like it was trying too hard to be invisible. "It's… boring. Too much like every other laptop in here. It doesn't feel special."
"That's okay," he said without missing a beat. He reached over and tapped the next one in line—a slim silver model with razor-thin bezels. "You can take this one on. Let me tell you why this is actually the move right now."
And then he launched.
