"Terribly offensive. What a horrible word." Alicia knew that love was real. She knew that some people found it and it lasted forever. She wasn't one of those people. She would never have the diamond ring or the picket fence and she was fine with that. It was overrated.
If he thought she hadn't caught that he was wrong. He was horribly, horribly wrong. "You just checked out your own arse. You vain little fuck." Alicia laughed, her curls flying across her face as she shook her head. "Don't worry, nothing a few squats or some enhancing charms can't fix." Alicia rolled her eyes as he criticized her job, crossing her arms over her chest as she waited for him to quit playing dad. "That job is keeping me from being homeless. Apparently, not being treated by Mungo's is expensive. Very expensive. Less clothes means more tips. More tips means I can quit sooner. Just be glad I'm too old to start stripping."
Fucking punk kids. If she ever saw them again she'd knock their faces in. "Calm down there. I can't afford all of these. I'll get the jeans and the red dress, nothing else gets bought without trying them on and I'm not that big of a fan of this shop."