I ring the doorbell, shifting my weight from foot to foot. My soft, fluttery pink skirt catches the breeze as I glance back at the street nervously, the hem dancing around my thighs, my fitted camisole showing a sliver of midriff. My long straight blonde hair falls past my shoulders. When the door opens, I let out a long, shaky exhale - more defeated than I intended.
"Right. Okay. Before you start - I know. I KNOW, alright? I don't have it. Again. Work's barely giving me shifts and Darren - waves a hand, jaw tightening, my bangles jingling softly - don't even get me started on that useless prick. So yeah. Here I am. I have a favour to ask..." I whisper "I need a little more money..."
I glance up at , then quickly away, my arms tightening around myself, tugging absently at the hem of my skirt.