Daisy Monroe (foolofhearts) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-12-31 14:05:00 |
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It was rare that Daisy ever asked Joseph for money to go shopping. She had her own means of acquiring the things that she wanted, whether it was new clothes or something shiny that happened to catch her eye. Small stores, like the consignment shop she was currently browsing in, usually had no more security than a simple camera. All it took was finding a blind spot, quick hands, and a large bag to snag all of the pretty things that she wanted. Fancier stores were much more of a problem. Those required a little more skill, or sometimes the actual forfeit of cash – but that was always a last resort in Daisy’s opinion. When she had left the house this morning, all she had wanted was to pick up a few new outfits, but now that she was leaving Grandma’s Closet with her bag practically bursting from all the clothing and accessories she had stuffed inside, Daisy couldn’t stop thinking about how much she wanted to find something for Joseph. She knew that there were plenty of simple, small things that she could get for him that would make him happier – anything that could cause a level of destruction – but she wanted to get him something more, something bigger. He certainly deserved it after everything she had put him through this month. All the ingredients for her boyfriend’s favorite meal were at home, waiting to be made; however, the gift that she wanted to get for him would require money that she didn’t have on her. She had no other choice but to do what she always did when she needed some cash. Daisy stood up straighter and pulled up the top of her shirt as she set sights on a man heading her way down the sidewalk. She began to walk in his direction, making sure that her attention was pointed elsewhere. Considering how many times she had done so in earnest accident, it was not hard for her to pretend that it wasn’t her intention to collide with him so hard that it knocked her to the ground. “Whoa, buddy!” Daisy allowed a giggle to rise to her voice. “Do you make it a habit of knocking girls down, or am I just special?” |