Vi was the type of girlfriend to never make you pay.

In her words, “I can handle myself and a beautiful girl” and you just never questioned it.

To be fair, you didn’t know that what she was “buying” she was actually stealing otherwise you would be the one paying for things.

That was the reason why you never went shopping with her, she didn’t want you to know that she was actually completely broke.

“Cmon Vi, let me go with you this time,” you say, wrapping your arms around her neck to persuade her.

She huffs and holds your waist before giving in.

“Fine, fine.”

You assumed she would be paying so when you watched her point out things she liked, you told her to put it in the cart.

It wasn’t until you made it to the checkout counter that you realized:

Vi didn’t even bring her wallet.

“Thanks, baby,” she murmurs against your neck as she places kisses against your skin, her hands gripping your waist possessively.

You were unamused as you swiped your card, Vi holding your back against her chest and basically hung off you.

Almost three hundred dollars down the drain.