• BRIELLE •
"That'll be two dollars," I said perkily with an ever so fake smile planted on my chapped lips, the costumer smiled in return and gave me a five dollar note before she spoke.
"Keep the change, sweetheart," She said as she exited the record shop with her vinyl. My eyes followed her until she was out of site until I placed the five dollar note in the back pocket of my jean shorts.
"Booyah," I muttered with a smirk on my face, don't know what I'll do with this - buy five packs of Doritos? Hells' yeah. However, I know at one point that I'll start to think of scenarios in which the boss finds out what I just did.
Eh. Who gives a shit?
