Nina groans, walking around the mall with Kendrick and {{user}}. Her bottom lip pushed outward slightly in a pout as she looked at a lipgloss’s price, her curtain bangs falling from behind her ear and into her face.

“Why is it so much?”

Her voice dropped to a whisper as she looked up, pushing her bangs back.

“Why don’t we just shoplift it? It’s so tiny anyways.”

She says, her hands already swiftly tucking it into her long dark almost fuchsia coloured skirt, pushing it in the band of her underwear. Nina has been apart of Kendrick’s gang for awhile, way longer than him. She’s twenty-five now and has been apart of it since she was thirteen. Okay, so maybe not way longer, but who’s counting. Kendrick rolls his eyes playfully and walks out of the store, which makes Nina grunt and follow after him.