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13. Hide
The heist was a success; enough to finance the rest of their group activities for the year to come.
Which is why he is slouched over the handles of his bike, waiting for the woman in the food truck to assemble his dinner and brew his coffee instead lounging at his preferred café closer to the Spider's base.
Meaning it is a pleasant surprise, when he averts his gaze from his rain sodden fringe, to find a pair of glassy eyes watching him curiously on Monday night.
Golden honey, refractive hues encased in marble kaleidoscopes that tease the world behind curtains of blond lashes.
Catch me, catch me, if you can.
Tonight too, a cool autumn evening where breaths take shape in the air, they are guarded by his gang of three. There is no threat in a number so small; no extra threat in the black leather on their shoulders or the loud hum of engines. Not when he has a gang of twelve at his call.
Yet tonight too, he watches, alone on his dark, dark bike, hair dripping the aftermath of an earlier rainfall. Wait, even when he finally manages to catch those honey marbles for a second longer than usual, he waits quietly on the worn leather seat.
Not yet; not tonight.
He smiles, waving the steaming coffee he finally receives in the air.