“It is time to end this, Oscar,” Emelia declares.
Oscar stands beside her. His eyes focus on a wooden door. “She helps me.”
Emelia knocks aggressively on the door. “You think she helps.”
No one answers.
Oscar whispers, “She’s with someone. We come back.”
Emelia grabs his fist and uses it to knock again.”
“Ouch, stop!” He pulls away from her. “I’m going home.”
Emelia grabs his wrist. “No, get my money back.”
Oscar reveals, “I never paid with money.”
Emelia steps back. “Then with what?”
The door slowly opens.
Oscar quickly retreats. He wails down the alleyway. “I’m sorry!”