She closed the distance between them with the purposeful stride of someone who had already decided how this was going to go.
"That bag.." she said, pointing at it. "You didn't pay for that. I watched you walk out of that store and I know for a fact you did not pay."
Guiying caught the shape of her words
A bag, didn't pay, watched you...
He frowned and held up the receipt.
Clearly.
The paper flat in his hand, facing her.
She glanced at it.
Then looked back at him.
"Oh don't give me that," she snapped. "You people always have something. Always got some excuse ready." Her voice was climbing now, and the people on the concourse had slowed, a loose ring forming at a comfortable spectator distance.
"These.." she gestured at him in a way that took in everything, his face, his presence, his existence on this concourse "...you come here, you walk around like you own the place, think no one's paying attention"
Guiying kept the receipt extended.
His expression had not changed.
