She had earned a scholarship, moved halfway across the country, and situated herself into a tiny flat, all without help. Was she really going to be sent back home (No, not home. Just where you used to live.) by a lack of groceries?
Card not authorized.
Josie dug her fingers into her shaggy brown/blue fringe with a groan. "Come on, you stupid machine..." she swiped the card again.
Card not authorized.
She didn't have time for this, curse it! She was supposed to be in class in fifteen minutes! Just leave it, the reasonable part of her whispered. But at this point, it was about more than tea and bread and microwaveable meals. By now, she had a grudge against this machine, and she was going to beat it. Looking about casually, as if observing, not desperately searching for an employee, Josie draped an arm over the chip-n-pin machine and pushed the card through again.
Card not authorized.
"Come on!"
It wasn't until too late that she realised her projecting actress's voice had filled the store, and now half the patrons were staring at her. She flashed a smile. Don't be the clueless country girl! What was that? The fourteenth time in the past three days? You'll get used to the city. You'll figure it out. You were clever enough to get here, weren't you?
She studied the animated instructions, trying to grasp their meaning, then groaned and spun on her heel to return the items...just suddenly enough to slam into a small blonde woman.
((For her physical description, etc, see her profile.))