[Ha! The truth’s out. How far can they push this act? Can’t wait to see.]
[Knew it! Another fabrication exposed.]
I frowned, biting my lip at the response.
My brothers often bought me little cakes, claiming they were from a friend's bakery with discounts that couldn’t sell out. It always had the same name.
Maybe it was just a coincidence.
While the mockery continued, Dallas, on screen, began glancing around with the suspicion of a thief.
He slipped into my room, drawing the audience's attention.
Then, with slow, deliberate movements, he reached for my piggy bank.
The viewers were on edge, wondering what he’d do next.
With a quick, practiced shake, two coins fell from the bank, clinking softly.
The audience fell silent, stunned into disbelief.
[This is too much! Is he stealing from his little sister now?]
[No matter how handsome he is, that’s just shameless!]
I glared at the screen, my anger bubbling to the surface. Dallas had taken my coins again.
After slipping the money into his pocket, he gave the piggy bank a quick shake.
"Desperate times," he muttered, a sly grin tugging at his lips. "Borrowing two bucks for the bus. No one will notice, right?"
"Who even carries cash these days?"