Here I come when I better go,
I say yes when I ought to say no,
Here I come when I better go,
I say yes when I ought to say no.
"So Dave," Todd, Marty, Dave and I were all sitting in a booth next to the windows of Atomic Comics. The turquoise bench me and Marty were sitting on was so worn out that we sunk tremendously, making us look about a head shorter than Dave and Todd who were across from us.
"When are you going to confess your undying love to Katie?"
Dave practically spat out his coke onto the comic he had set out in front of him. "Asshole, You told!" He yelled, punching Todd on the arm.
"Accusing people will get you nowhere." I retorted. I couldn't care less if Dave thought Todd spilled the beans and got in shit but I wanted him to realize how obvious his little crush was.
While they bickered around the table, I noticed a sleek black car pull up to the front of the store. Personally, I liked antique cars.. So I was not in the least bit impressed. This one looked to me like the newest model of its line. Expensive too. I couldn't help the smirk that was forming across my lips. A boy stepped out of the car and gazed upon the store like it was the eighth wonder of the world. Maybe Atomic Comics was his haven or something.
"Hey! Guys, look." Todd gestured towards the window at the boy I was watching. All three of them stopped play fighting momentarily to look at the boy
I continued to watch him as he entered the store. A big guy followed, his bodyguard, I guess. He was dressed well enough. A red plaid shirt with a suede jacket and matching pants. Brand name? His bodyguard might be a problem.
"Time to make a move.." I muttered, standing up from the sunken abyss of the cushioned bench. Making sure my book bag was opened and ready to go.
"Where-" Marty began. I shushed him and started sauntering over towards the boy, until I was few feet in front of them. I jerked myself towards the comic book stand on my left and crashed into it, spilling the contents of my bag onto the floor. They clattered loudly, making the boy and just about everyone else within range look up too scope out the noise.
Let's see which one of you will be my victim for the day.
The big man bent down first to help pick up my lipstick, which rolled over towards his shoe.
I shrugged and put on a fake smile. I guess it's you, big boy.
I crouched down to pick up my compact mirror at the same time as the boy crouched down to help us retrieve my fallen things. As I was beginning to stand back up, I leaned over towards the big man. My hand swooped in, grabbing the man's wallet, I knew by the texture of the material, and pulled it out, carefully and fast, then stuffed it into my bag along with my mirror.
He didn't feel a thing.
I smiled and nodded gratefully at him, taking the lipstick he was handing me. I looked over my shoulder to see how the boy was faring and raised my eyebrows in exclaim. He was trying to pick up everything in his two arms! Things were overflowing, Papers were gracefully swooping around, my hairbrush was on the verge of falling, it was teetering off of his forearm. His face was contorted with frustration.
"Hey, don't stress." I said, reaching out to take some of my stuff back.
"Oh. Uh, sorry." He mumbled back, turning a light shade of pink. We gathered the rest of the things and picked up the papers together.
"Thank you, both of you." I zipped up my bag with all the contents back safely where they belonged.
Then, I got a good look at his face. The boy's face, I mean. Not the big guy.
I hadn't actually inspected his facial features. When you steal from people, you don't have much time to remember their faces. It's like passing a car on the highway, you see them go by and don't pay them any mind, really. Until you collide and have to trade information. I paid close attention to their body gestures, the way they walked, spoke to others, reacted to things, their style of clothing.. all that is pretty important. Say you see a man walking by with a dirty, ratty old coat and underneath their clothes are just as bad, full of holes, rips, tears.. You can usually tell if the holes are man-made or actually from moths or something. Anyways, you inspect the way he walks, find out where he's headed, listen to him talk.. You'd be surprised at how many wealthy people dressed this way to ward off muggers.
Anyways, He looked like a child due to the baby fat on his cheeks. He was pale looking, I doubt he got out much, and his brown hair was combed over to one side. But his eyes were deep and dark and filled with uneasiness. They were beautiful.
My moment of awe was soon over as I turned away from him and towards Dave, Marty, and Todd whom I had left so carelessly in our booth. Not to my surprise, they were watching us like hawks, clutching the seats and trying to slurp their drinks inconspicuously every time they thought someone had caught on to their scrutinizing.
"Wait!" He said, gently touching my arm and then retracting as if I would bite if he left it there.
"Can I, um. Buy you a drink?" He nodded his head indicating the counter behind him. How cute. He was trying to be suave.
Letting a sly grin fall upon my lips in response, I nodded. Not part of my plan but just as good. Who was I to turn down a free drink?
The guys would just have to wait.
