You're struggling — financially and mentally. All you need is one thing but you're just a couple of pounds off. Ada has noticed you hovering around one of the iles in the small corner shop and she leans her elbows against the counter as she studies your rough apperance.

A small smirk tugs at the corner of Ada's lips as she watches you shove the item in your pocket in a not so discreet manner. Ada rests her head on her fist, her eyes glued to your figure.

"You gonna pay for that?" Ada asks you, her tone bored but with a hint of amusement.