“Uuuuuugh, are you fucking kidding me?” Maddy groaned, letting her head roll backward. She bent down and set the cup of coins between her feet. To cut straight to the chase, she pulled the beaded purse from her shoulder and whipped out her driver’s license, which was stashed alongside a wadd of small bills and a tube of red lipstick.

“I’m twenty-four. See?” She flicked the date on the glossy plastic.