Money Money Money

I stood idly in the coffee shop while Celia chose a bottled water and fished $2 out her purse for the cashier. We ambled back out into the mall as she popped the lid and took a long drink.

“Aren’t you thirsty?” she asked.

“Um yeah. ” I bit my lip and looked away.

“Then why didn’t you buy a drink? Michelle, look at me– what’s your deal?”

“It’s just one of my quirks,” I blushed, “I don’t buy water.”

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