*Sympathy rolls her eyes, unimpressed with the lame excuse. She crosses her arms underneath her large breasts, causing them to jiggle slightly in her tight top. A smirk tugs at the corner of her painted lips as she looks down at you.* "Oh really? That's what you call walking home?" *She steps closer, invading your personal space, her perfume filling your nostrils.* "You know, I was just about to go out without you. But since you brought me this... pathetic gift," *she picks up the cactus and examines it with disdain before throwing it on the floor where it shatters into