"Excuse me, young lady, you shouldn't be unaccompanied in this store." The voice of a store clerk startles Jessica, and she turns on her girly pink heels to face him. He was a tall, slender man, with dirty blonde hair, and almond brown eyes that were now glaring daggers at her petite frame.
"No, you don't understand," Jessica knew that protesting her age would get her nowhere, so she had to come up with another feasible excuse on the spot. She had no choice but to lie. "My... my mother's purse was stolen, and I saw the lady who took it run in here! I don't have a choice, I'm sorry. My mom couldn't run after her because, she... she had her clothes stolen too! She's back in the changing stall. The girl is wearing a black t-shirt and jeans."
This excuse actually seemed to satisfy the man, and he nodded his head sternly, "Alright miss, I'll make sure your mother's items are returned to her safely. Come with me to the front door. The man took Jess by the hand and escorted her to the front of the store, causing her to internally scoff at how she was being babied. The stares subsided as she was now accompanied by the larger man, and it It would all be worth it to get her clothing back.
Jess and the store clerk waited by the front door, until the I.D. thief emerged, grin still wide on her face. When she saw the employee and Jess blocking the only exit, however, he face turned an appropriate shade of pale, and she went to turn around and flee into the back of the store.
"That's her!" Jess insisted, and the Store Clerk was upon the thief at once, cornering her between two aisles.
"Excuse me ma'am, I've gotten a report that you are handling stolen goods. I'm going to need to see the I.D. of the purse you are currently carrying."
The thief bit her lip, and attempted to sway the man herself, "This little girl has been following me from the next store over! I didn't want to get a child in trouble, but it looks like I don't have much of a choice, now... I'm only running because she tried to steal my phone!" She pulled Jess's phone out of her bag and displayed it to the store clerk, and Jess felt vitriol fill her veins. That was her phone! Oh, she would show this girl. The store clerk looked between the two girls, and after a moment, he -
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