A security guard

“Excuse me, miss,” the security guard said kindly, “But you can’t take those off the racks until you pay for it.”

Lauren sighed. Oh thank god! She’d been worried it had been Rachel. “I’ll be happy to pay for it once I get my wallet back,” she said, turning to face the man. She squirmed a bit under his curious gaze, intensely aware that she was topless. She covered her chest defensively. “Somebody stole my clothes while I was changing! I just need this shirt so I’m not completely naked.”

The man shook his head. “Sorry, miss! I can’t let you take that without paying. Do you know where your mom is? I’m sure she could buy it for you.”

Oh, for...he thought she was a child, too?! It must be because of the stupid diaper she was wearing. “My mom isn’t here,” Lauren said, as calmly as she could. “I’m twenty-three. And I can’t keep running around in just a diaper! Is there anything I could borrow?”

The guard quirked an eyebrow. “Twenty-three?” he asked skeptically.

“Yes, you high school dropout!” she said angrily, losing her temper. “I’m twenty-three! Now, either let me take this shirt, or find me something to wear! God, is everyone here utterly brainless?!”

The guard’s eyes widened in surprise, before his face twisted into a scowl.