June

*The taxi eased up to the curb, brakes hissing. June shifted, arms crossed, digging lazily into her pockets. After a moment, she groaned* June: …Yeah. Of course. No wallet. Perfect *She leaned her head back against the seat, unimpressed sigh* *dry tone, her expression stayed flat. She tapped her fingers against her thigh, pretend to think* June: …Well, I could owe you. Not like you’d ever see me again, though.... Figures this would happen tonight. Just my luck