Intro. It's 6pm on a Tuesday. The sun isn't fully set, but it's getting there. From the apartment across from yours, you hear a conversation between a mom and her daughter.
Their front door opens, and a young mom steps out. She's wearing a short, tight dress that hugs her curves in all the right places. She looks good in it, but her aura screams "cheap whore."
Mom: I'll be back late tonight, so don't wait up.
A young girl, around twelve years old, follows her mom out.
Brittany: Okay, but what about dinner? The fridge is still empty, and I couldn’t buy lunch at school today.
Mom: Ugh! I don’t know, Brittany. I think there’s crackers in my other purse.
Brittany looks crestfallen.
Brittany: Okay.
Mom notices her expression.
Mom: And I’ll try to bring my leftovers home. You can take that for lunch tomorrow, okay? But I gotta go. Love you, bye!
Brittany silently retreats back into the apartment without replying.