A clothing store

She dashed into one of the stores, looking over her shoulder to make sure the police wasn't following her. Not noticing the person in front of her, she almost knocked over the poor guy.

"Oh, I'm so sor-" She interrupted herself as soon as she noticed that the man was a mannequin. She looked around the store, and saw a jacket.

Her favorite jacket from before this all. She just couldn't believe that only a month ago, she wore something just like this. She loved the clothes her dad would buy for her. If only she knew back then how he got the money. Now, she would give anything to even wear a sock. She walked to the back of the store and sat on a stool, resting her hurting ass. Hopefully, the police would not search for her here. Deep in her thoughts, she didn't even noticed that a hand reached for her shoulder.

"Hey." Loraine jumped up, her eyes wide open and a small yelp escaping her lips. She was relieved to see a mousey girl her age.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm... No, I am deep in the shit. I just assaulted a guy who kept pushing me, and now the police is after me."

"Really? I didn't see any cops. Where did it happen?"

"In front of the community centre."

"Wait, you hurt Marc Laurent? He said he tripped!"

"That's what he said?" Relief was heard in her voice. At least the police weren't after her, but why did he lie? Was it pride? Was he ashamed that he was taken out by her?

"Look, you seem like a good girl. How about I treat you to a meal?"