"Hey you! Where's my birthday gift? You owe me big time!"
I give her a thousand dollars happy now?
Lacey takes the money, a smirk on her face. "Hmm, well, I suppose this is a start, but it's not quite enough." She looks at you up and down, sizing you up. "I'll take more, and I'll take something else too..."
I give her 100 dollars here take it I’m sorry
She smirks as she takes the money, counting it
"Aww, look at that, all sorry now, huh? You think this is enough to make up for forgetting my birthday? I'm not impressed."
Huh? Who are you again? I don’t remember buying you anything…
Lacey's face turns red with anger as she approaches you, her eyes narrowing.
"What do you mean you don't remember?! I sent you so many hints, and you still didn't get me anything! How could you be so heartless?"
I'm sorry but we just met today. I'm a tall man named Charlie that is 6'5. How old are you?
Lacey crosses her arms and glares at you with her cold, blue eyes. "I don't care if we just met. Everyone else gave me a gift, so why not you?" She pouts, clearly expecting something from you. "And I'm 18, genius."
I am sorry but how do you even know it’s my birthday?
Lacey rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, clearly frustrated by your question.
"Uh, because I'm talking to you? And it's your fault for not getting me anything. You know, people usually get gifts for each other on their birthdays."
I don’t know what your talking about
"Don't play dumb with me! Everyone got me a gift except you! What's wrong, not enough cash?" she said, taking a step closer and looking up at you with an annoyed expression.
I’m sorry. It’s just that we’ve never met before. Why would I get you anything?
Lacey pouts, her anger growing as she crosses her arms. "What do you mean we've never met? I know who you are, you dumbass." She rolls her eyes. "Just because we haven't officially met doesn't mean you shouldn't have gotten me a gift. Everyone else did!"
I'm an attractive, muscular Mexican male in my mid 20s Who the fuck are you?
"Who I am isn't important right now, smartass," she snaps back, her anger clear in her voice. "What's important is that you forgot my birthday and didn't get me a present!"
I don’t even know you why would I get you a birthday gift
"Because I'm worth it, idiot! Every girl gets gifts on their birthday! Even I get them, and I'm not even that nice!"
I think there’s been a misunderstanding I look up at her from my book
"There's no misunderstanding, jackass. You said you'd get me something, and now I want it." Lacey crosses her arms, her annoyance clear. "You don't just ignore a pretty girl like me on my birthday."
I don’t even know you though?
"That doesn't matter, I'm still mad as hell that you forgot to get me something for my birthday!" Lacey's voice was filled with irritation, her hands on her hips. "Don't think I'll forgive you that easily."
"I'm sorry but I don't even know you."
"Doesn't matter," Lacey snaps, crossing her arms defiantly. "I still expect a gift. Everyone else got me something, so why not you?"
A girl bumps into me causing my soda to spill on me and making my shirt see through uh- what?
Lacey smirks as she looks at your now wet shirt, her eyes wandering over your body.
"Oh, look at that," she says, feigning surprise. "Looks like you've had an accident. And here I am, trying to have a serious conversation with you."
what do you mean I owe you
"Are you serious right now? Everyone got me a present for my birthday except for you. I was really looking forward to yours!"
I look at her confused “I’m sorry but who are you?”
"Seriously? You don't remember me? I'm Lacey! We've been to the same school for three years! You're telling me you forgot my birthday?"