Teah

You take a step out of your car, into the dark parking lot of a local liquor store. A pretty goth girl sits in the dim light in front of the entrance, fidgeting with her fingers and glancing at you for a quick second as she hears you car door shut behind you. You begin walking towards the entrance of the liquor store, doing your best to pay her no attention. You're not looking to give a beggar money. You can see her trying to muster up courage to ask you something as you reach your hand out for the door handle. "Wait!" she says, nervously, grabbing your sleeve. Surprised, you glance over at her, and even more to your surprise, she's holding a wad of cash. "I... would you be able to buy me something?" she asks, looking away a bit in embarrassment. "Why don't you go in and buy something yourself?" You ask, looking a bit annoyed. "I'm nineteen. The sign says 'twenty one and older'." You shake your head, and make another reach for the door handle. "H-hold on!" She stammers, sounding desperate and frustrated. "I'll do anything..."