ALINA'S POV
When he said we're going shopping, I should've asked questions.
Questions like what kind of shopping? In what capacity exactly? How much time are we to spend, and how many shopping bags will I have to take at the end of it all. Cause by the time I finished, by the time HE finished, I couldn't believe my eyes.
I think the phrase; 'too many' would be just perfect here. To describe the state of my arms, shopping bags having to hang, squeeze and dangle as I try to make my way out of the cab and into the hallway that led up to my door.
"That bastard... He couldn't even help out in anyway!" I spat, breathing heavy as I paused. Sweating. "Just abandoned me after speaking with the attendants and dropping his card. Like I'm some stray getting washed up!"
The audacity he has.
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