The neon sign of "Electric Avenue Electronics" flickered, casting a blue glow over Leo’s face as he pressed his nose against the glass. Inside, nestled on a pedestal like a crown jewel, sat the .
"Not if you're smart," Marcus explained, pointing to a small placard near the register. "We partner with a few services. You split the total into over eight weeks. You pay the first twenty-five percent right now, and the Xbox goes in your backpack."
Leo did the math. His eighty dollars wouldn't buy the console, but it was more than enough for the first installment. He felt a rush of adrenaline. "So, I could be playing Starfield by dinner?"
"Faster than that," Marcus said, scanning the box. "Just keep an eye on your bank account for the bi-weekly drafts. It’s a tool—use it right, and you're gaming. Use it wrong, and the late fees will sting."