"Boyfriend broke up with me this morning," Apate sniffled. "He told me I was the worst kisser he's ever kissed and he's sorry he put up with me for so long. So I finally pulled myself together and came out for something to eat, and... and..."
She took a deep shuddering breath. "I think he's stolen my wallet, because I always leave it in my handbag, and it's just... gone."
There was no boyfriend, her handbag was full of Snickers wrappers, and she didn't even have a wallet - her bank card, however, was safely in the right back pocket of her jeans. But this girl didn't need to know that. Apate was similarly aware that this girl was immortal like her, but she wanted to see how far she could push this.