"Uhmm…mum…where are we going?" Marty frowned. "You saw what just happened. I think we would be safer here."
"I said let's go!" Charlotte shouted.
"Don't raise your voice at the poor kid," Mount frowned. "You're starting to remind me of my dad."
"Eew," Charlotte stared at him in disgust. "And who are you? One of his criminal friends too right?"
"Not at all," Mount shook his head. "I can't be friends with a douchebag." Smile shot him an irritated glance that seemed to be saying something like "Dude you're meant to be helping me make her believe and not whatever the fuck you think you're doing."
"Sorry," Mount shrugged. "She has a point actually. You should have told her that you were with her friend. Now you expect her to believe that Sheila slept over at your house for a night and nothing occurred ….a model."