MEADE, LAUREN.
location: grocer’s groceries open: @mapleviewstarters·
“– Dude!” She hissed urgently, taking a surreptitious glance around the otherwise empty aisle before her wide-eyed look of surprise was swung back on the other. “I know I’m pulling the stealthiest Slav squat known to man over here, but c’mon… Shoplifting right in front of me? Seriously?” In reality, Lauren hadn’t seen a thing. She had no idea if they’d really swiped something from the shelves – and doubted it, even – but sometimes the lull of a midday shift just needed a little spice. Anything, even accusing a customer of a misdemeanor crime, was worth breaking up the monotony of correcting bad inventory counts. She continued to stare from her crouched position, literally biting back a smile as she caught the inside of her cheek with her teeth. “That’s wack.”
❛ Excuse me ? ❜ Lydia looked over her shoulder at the girl who was crouched down doing something, what exactly was still up for debate. The blonde had been accused of many things over the years, stealing boyfriends, cheating on exams, copying from fellow students and let's not forget the funny little rumor that her family was involved in embezzlement, that one just made her heart flutter. Nevertheless, being kleptomaniac had never been in the roster, and truth be told, most people who even dared to accuse her of those things were mostly jealous, which required knowing her for a decent amount of time. ❛ I'll have you know that unfortunately I still do not possess the grand ability of floating or making myself taller, which means that either you're seeing things, in which case I would consider a psychiatrist immediately, or ❜ she looked at the girl with a raised eyebrow, ❛ or you're just trying to instigate shit, in which case I'm deeply sorry that your work is so boring you have to seek out thrills. ❜
