Alex saves himself

"I saw her shoplifting," Alex blurted out just as you opened your mouth.

"What?! I did no—"

"Quiet miss," the security guard interrupted, his voice easily louder than yours. "Continue," he added, looking at Alex.

"I don't know what it was. I just saw her slip something into the bag."

The security guard stood up and looked at you. "Bags on the desk, miss."

Nervously, you complied, lifting the bags onto the desk, which the security guard promptly stuck his hands into, producing a receipt that was stuck in there.

One by one the security guard pulled each piece of clothing out of the bags, examining it, then checking to see if it was on the receipt. The gazes you got from Alex and the security guard when the underwear was pulled out made you incredibly uncomfortable, especially when a g-string came out of the bag.

"It doesn't seem this chocolate bar is on the receipt," the security guard finally said, after having gone through all the clothes.

"That's— My sister paid for that too! It was a separate purchase!" you protested, but it fell on deaf ears.

"You can go now, sport, thanks for the assist," the guard said, speaking to Alex.

You tried to give Alex pleading eyes as he left, but he didn't look in your direction.

"I.D. please," the security guard asked once the door to his office was closed.

You turn back towards the guard, suddenly thinking it was a huge mistake not waiting for Gwen. "I don't—"

Shaking his head, the security guard spoke up. "We can handle this one of two ways. I can put you in the cells while I go verify you were shopping for clothes with another person, I can do paperwork and wait for this sister you say you have, or...you could maybe model a few of these pieces of what you call clothing and I'll let you free."