"I was being sarcastic, Clarke. Now I know where a lot of your issues stem from. It must have been tough, growing up with her," he said softly, working his way closer to her.
She sighed, and looked up from under hooded eyes at him. "You don't have to go. In fact, you don't have to go along with this at all. It was just the first thing that came to mind. I didn't want her to know about what happened to the shop. She doesn't believe in it." Clarke looked at the ground, and Vince approached, daring to pull her chin up with one finger.
"Look, I know you're not that into me or whatever you girls say, but I can see you really struggle with her. I'd be happy to help you out for a little bit. Besides, you could always pay me for it and then I don't have to go look for another job," he joked, causing her to smile just a little.
"Okay," she agreed. "Let's do this."