MONEY IN HAND

‘Excuse me mate,’ she said as she got out the lift on Ground floor. ‘I’ve just been to see my mate - he’s a nutter he is - and he was supposed to give me a lift home you couldn’t help me out with some change, could you?’
She was short, bleached blonde hair, drink and drugs rough.
‘I’ve got a twenty pence piece in my pocket,’ I said ‘That’s all I’ve got.’
‘Could you help me out with that?’ she said. ‘He was supposed to give me a lift home.’
I took out the three coins were in my pocket, the twenty and two ones, gave them to her.
‘Thanks,’ she said turning away money in hand.