( something between anger &&surprise pulls at the brunette’s features, slender fingers wiping quite use lessly at the brown stains blossoming across her clothing. six dollars —- wasted. given the six dollars were stolen, but the point still stands. )
❝fuck’s right.❞
He ought to be offering to pay, but he really fucking can’t. He can’t afford a cup of coffee for himself on a good day – and this has been far from it. The rest of his savings were used up on cab fare to get him to an interview on time.
“Tell me it wasn’t – Starbucks or any of that – expensive shit.”
