Chapter three's up!
For those who didn't know, bourgee is actually an English slang for "bourgeois" or rich/wealthy people. Reviews are always appreciated! Hope you'll enjoy.
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Several hours later, the Master Thief went to see the so called entrepreneur. Unlike the lady, Garrett went straight for the back door and entered Basso's office silently; breaking the silence by taking the poster Lydia stared at. The round man was startled, took his breath and sighed when he saw the thief.
"Garrett. You could at least let me know you're here instead of making me die of a heart attack man."
The shadow looked at him, neutral expression on his face, as usual.
"Someone came in here looking for you." Basso continued, changing the subject. He knew it would've picked the Master Thief's attention. Garrett looked at him, searching for an answer.
"A woman actually..."
He deposed his bounty portrait on the table Basso was working on.
"When?"
"Earlier this day man, at dusk. Some classy bourgee, that's something new."
The fat man crossed his arms looking at the black covered person standing in front of him.
"Did she say her name?" He inquired.
"Nope, she didn't."
Garrett waited for some explanation. He had some doubts that it was her, but she never actually asked him questions when he was there. He knew he should've run for it instead of trying to recover for a while; in her basement. Basso felt the frustration growing inside of the thief.
"You said your name and you even left a card on her bed? That was surely a smart move Garrett, what if she wants the bounty now?"
Garrett wasn't sure if Basso was really lecturing him. He mentally scolded himself enough when he saw that he didn't have the card anymore. His back was now turned from Basso who was going on and on about being reckless could get them killed or arrested. Deep inside him Garrett knew that Lydia wouldn't do that, but if she looked around for him it meant that he needed to see her. He couldn't allow her to stir up the dust above his cover. He looked at his patched hand.
"Fine, don't listen to me man, but I told her where to find you, deal with your own problems."
His voice was bitter, but Garrett nodded.
"Consider the case closed."
He went out, trailing the shadows. Basso sighed deeply, cussing at the same time.

The thief knew he was late, but he needed to get to her before she got to him. His memory was his best feature and he trailed down the apartment without an ounce of struggle. His hook opened the window the same way he got out. He was in. Candles were still lit and a silhouette was lying on the bed, seeming unconscious.
He got closer, and closer... That's when he got face to face with the cat; that instantly began to purr.

His hand reached to the silhouette, turning it lightly; under the gaze of the two yellow marbles next to him, trailing each of his movements. It was the one of an old woman, snoring quietly. Garrett stared at her, confused for a second. He then straightened his body quickly. Did she beat him to it? He rushed out and headed for his hideout. His course was composed of athletic jumps and wall climbing. She lived not so far from the Clock Tower so the rooftops were a great way to cut through. Garrett was looking around at the same time, maybe he'd see her making her way over there at the same time and he could spare her to see his actual hideout. No trace of Lydia was to be found. He needed to be ready.

He entered the tall ticking tower. Nothing but the sound of the massive mechanism could be heard. He found it much quieter than usual and he didn't like it very much, for once. His eyes swept the environment, looking for her; nothing. That's when he directed himself upstairs, arrow in hand ready to strike. Maybe she'd asked where he was to reveal his current location; you can never know what a human being could do in times like these, only for money. Garrett was quiet; he even thought he stopped breathing for his sake. He peered over his crafting table and distinguished a shadow at the rear of the mechanism alley. He swept on his feet and got closer, she looked alone. Lydia was leaning on the not so solid wooden railing, admiring the ticking architecture at work. He was standing next to her in a safe distance, hovering slightly in the shadows. She felt his presence, but most importantly his heavy fixed-look, pushing in her back. She was standing straight now, her back still turned on him.
"This is magnificent, you run this alone?"
Garrett crossed his arms at her question.
"Why are you here?"
The lady took her hat off and turned to face him.
"I don't know..."
"You don't know?" He instantly asked, almost an annoyed taste in his deep voice.
She shrugged and looked at the clock again.
"Perhaps I just needed some clarifications, Garrett."
His eyes narrowed while he turned his face slightly.
"I think Basso did a good job on that part." He was still frustrated about the fact his employer told her about his whereabouts. Lydia looked at him in a sceptic way. She needed him to drop his guards. The woman took a slow step towards him; his body didn't move. Garrett wasn't much taller than her but his posture was firm and though. He intimidated her a little but she hided it under a smile. He barely looked at her while she got closer.
"Do you really think I'm a threat?"
Their eyes locked. The eerie feeling of the tower accompanied by the strong moonlight made time disappear, even though they were standing in front of it. His eyes detailed her face; she was close enough for him to feel her breath brush on his chin.
He knew he wasn't facing an enemy, or at least he thought he wasn't. She already had the chance to kill him and she didn't do it, maybe she was just waiting the right time to strike... His mind flushed when she took his bandaged left hand into hers, analysing it. Lydia took his cooperation as a no. She knew that her presence here wasn't a good thing, she knew that he might not be a good man but the feelings she had when she touched his skin... It was something about him. She was the first one to flinch. His face remained expressionless. She tugged on his arm, telling him to follow her. Garrett tried to remove her grip around his wrist but she remained solid. He followed silently, his footsteps covered by the sound of her black stilettos. Lydia brought them to the window; that's went she leapt on the other side. One of his eyebrows went up. She smiled genuinely at him and handed out her hand. The man ignored the help and jumped on the other side with one of his feline moves; he still wasn't sure about her intentions. She walked a few steps and sat down on a stable platform; he remained standing behind her. She looked at the sky.
"It's been a while since I've seen the stars." It was like she talked to herself. To be honest she did, Lydia didn't even expect answers from the man anymore.
"It really is a lonely night." She stated.
"The best kind." He replied, getting closer and then sitting next to her.
She looked at him sitting down and looked up at the sky again.

Silence took them in its arms. It's like they had someone to share their aloneness with. Garrett was burning to know why she was really here, the lack of control made him uncomfortable and he still needed to keep her silent about where he lived.
"This gloom thing is starting to scare me..." Her eyes followed patrolling guards underneath them. Garrett looked at her; the profile of her face seemed flawless in the moonlight.
"There are so many dead people, and let's not even talk about the actual Watch..." Once again he didn't know if she was talking to him with her absent gaze. The lady's face was crisped at the end of her statement. "What do you think about it Garrett?" She said his name in French. The thief peered at her again.
"Health isn't something you can control."
She shrugged, swinging her high heels in the emptiness under her. The woman next to him didn't seem to want to continue the conversation any further, that's when Garrett taught he would close the situation.
"I was trying to catch my breath in your wine cellar," He looked at his pierced hand, remembering the scumbag who did it. "I was fleeing from a situation."
"It doesn't matter anymore."
He frowned in ambiguity. Lydia was smiling softly at him; perhaps she just understood that his job was confidential and he didn't need to worry about another person aware of his doings. She also knew that even if she knew or not, she helped him because she felt the need to do it, not to have a reason to snoop around his business. He didn't quite understand but dropped her case when she got up. "Please, come with me."

Garrett followed her through the faintly lighted alleys, following the shadows, making himself invisible to the other. She didn't always know if he was still there, but she trusted him. It didn't really matter if he did or not. The thief stayed silent, he knew where they were going. Lydia took her heels off, sighing at the relief and unlocked her door. The apartment was silent and she knew, as much as Garrett, that Rose was sleeping in her bed. The maid had that weird habit when the young woman wasn't home. They stepped inside, both as much as silent as the other. She gestured him to wait for her there while she went into the bedroom; finishing with a finger on her mouth, telling him to not make a sound. The Master Thief rolled his eyes in irony. While she was in the other room he looked around, the living room was spacious but at the same time it was cozy. The fire under the chimney was faintly lit and still crippling. She had paintings everywhere, some undone, others ruined by some frustration. The Victorian air that touched all of the pieces of furniture made him think about the Northcrest manor he'd recently visited. His mind sighed. A small creaking sound came from the door, his eyes look at the source, and Lydia came out. He walked to the lady when she told him too. Her hand was holding something while the other reached out for him, making his palm flat. That's when she deposed something on his glove, it was kind of heavy; a necklace? His eyes went up to her.
"They'll be more useful to you than me. I'm sure you'll get something out of it." Her whispers were barely audible. Garrett turned and analysed the piece in his hand. It had real ivory incrusted in it, accompanied by heavy stones. She walked to the center of the living room, hands behind her back. She seemed like a little child in the weak light. Her black dress really accentuated her curves; his eyes went away when she turned to face him. Lydia walked to the front door, followed by the man. Her body leaned on the wooden wall next to it. When he got in front of her, she took a charming step towards him. They barely saw each other in the shadows; the fire dying slowly behind them. He felt her breath on his skin again, a slight shiver coursed through him. He might have control over his mind, but his body reacted no matter what. She was a charming woman, and that's what he hated the most about her. Her lips went for his cheeks, but the thief caught them with his. The kiss was so cold; it froze her to the bones. It lasted less than five seconds but she seemed to have closed her eyes. Time stopped for Lydia; she'd been taken by surprise. Her pupils sought the light when she opened her eyes, but nothing was to be found; not even him anymore. She looked around; was he really gone? She felt something cold touching her collarbone, her hand reached to the area; the ivory necklace was tied around her neck. Did it happen in the kiss? Questions rushed through her mind, her hand still touching the jewelry. She sighed, not of deception, mostly because she enjoyed his contact more than she should have.

Garrett was heading back to the main building of The City, which was his home. He needed to clear his mind; he needed to lie down and clear every piece of existence that was in his brain right now, even if he knew he wouldn't be able to. He couldn't bring himself to steal from her and that's what troubled him even more. She gave him a necklace that he would've only hoped to steal one day and he wasn't even able to bring himself to keep it. Is that what women tasted like? He didn't know if she reminded him of blueberries or poison now. Maybe that's why he couldn't take from her. She intoxicated him. Nevertheless, he couldn't take off his mind from the kiss he stole her. It was the first time he ever stole something other than material goods; he stole away his first kiss.