Disclaimer: I do not own the Heist Society Series. At all.
There was something undeniably eccentric about the black haired girl in the last booth on the right. She would randomly quote quotes from Shakespeare and Horace to the waiters and waitresses as they refilled her café au lait.
But it was a coffee shop, the workers reasoned, they attracted all types of people.
But she wasn't simply just somebody. She was Amelie Vanbourgh, daughter of a ridiculously rich man who didn't think twice about buying that newly discovered island off the coast of South America. Therefore the workers tolerated her sort of loitering as she sipped her coffee for hours on end reading book after book, laughing loudly at jokes only she understood. The rich did have their privileges.
"Bonjour." She announced another morning at exactly 9:30 am, halfway through her first cup of coffee. The man who loomed over her table that blocked the morning light grinned slightly, tipped his too crooked beret, and slipped into the seat across from her in the booth.
"You said you had a job." She stated, though it truly was a question of sorts. Her blue eyes slightly widened in anticipation, though her red tinted lips barely moved an inch.
"I do my dear. It involves the KGB."
Amelie grinned, "The KGB? My favorite group of people."
The man also smiled, revealing rotting teeth, obviously not tended to since the beginning of mankind.
"What about them?"
"My friend, Viktor, is quite upset that one of his favorite pieces was stolen during a party a few months ago. But he has an idea who stole it."
The man slid a picture over the table for the girl to see.
"That little thing?" Amelie scrunched up her pale nose, squinting to inspect the picture. The girl had short black hair that barely grazed her shoulders and a small physique that suggested she could hardly hold her own in a fight.
"Viktor needs to get better security."
"The girl is an amazing thief Amelie, do not underestimate her."
"That doesn't mean I have to overestimate her." She replied with a slight smile, "So.. he wants me to... bring it back?"
The man met the girl's blue eyes with his green ones, "For now.. there's more to do, as always, but do that for me at the moment."
She nodded before grabbing the envelope he handed her and gulping down the remaining brown liquid in her cup. It burned the roof of her mouth and her tongue but she barely noticed with the thrill of a new job in front of her.
"Adieu." She added before standing from the booth and leaving the coffee shop.
Whoever that girl was, she wouldn't know what hit her once Amelie was done.
Sorry for the short and boring start. I had to introduce Amelie a bit before the real story begins. REVIEW!