<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"Oh, good Lord, I will go crazy if I don't find myself a job in the next weeks"</span></span>, the girl who was sitting on the couch at a friend's house exclaimed. <br/><br/>The man sitting across the room from her took a swig of his beer and shook his head. "I wish I could help, Bonnie, really". <br/><br/>The young woman - a petite one with light brown hair and deep blue eyes - sighed. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"I know, Clarence, thanks. Right now, I wish I could make just enough to go back to Texas and try to find something there".</span></span><br/><br/>The man stood up and walked up to a table, looking through something. "How much would get you back on your feet?".<br/><br/>The girl jumped up like someone had lit a fire under her seat. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"Dontcha fuckin' dare!"</span></span>, she exploded. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"Don't even think about writin' me a check, or somethin'!".</span></span> <br/><br/>Clarence blinked several times. "I'm sorry, Bonnie", he replied, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking back to his seat. "Sit down. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you". Bonnie's eyes narrowed. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"Well, you did, ya know? Nobody ever handed me anything in this life, and I'm not about to start accepting hand outs now".</span></span><br/><br/>The man shook his head. Proud little thing. Didn't have a penny, was probably gonna get evicted soon and was still hanging on to a stupid pride. "I'll look into something for you, Bonnie. I'll let you know".<br/><br/>Bonnie sighed and stood up, taking a deep breath. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"Thanks. And I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at ya"</span></span>, she replied, already grabbing her backpack. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"I really need to go now. Gonna spend my soles and ask for jobs around. Thanks for everything, man". </span></span><br/><br/>With these words, and not expecting an answer, the girl walked in long strides to the door and opened it. She had to stop on her tracks before she could bump into a man who was standing there. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"Excuse me"</span></span>, the woman said simply, her strong Texan accent seeping through in these simple words.</div>