I glance over my shoulder, feet harshly striking the concrete like a drum. I clutch the purse with the contraband close to my chest; my face tilted down to obscure the undeniable guilt scribbles across my face. I swerve through the throng of people, praying that my uncanny ability to go unnoticed in a crowd does not abandon me at this crucial moment. "Excuse me, miss." A deep voice echoes off the concrete walls. I whirl around and see an officer with his arms crossed standing in an alleyway. My heart plummets into my stomach. Have I been caught? In the deepest, most fearful corner of my mind, I believe this officer is aware of every mistake I have made.
"Yes, Officer?" I coo in the sweetest, most innocent voice I can muster. I consider batting …show more content…
Um, well, I was just going to say that you've stolen my heart." The officer stammers, his face beet red. "I'm, uh, I'm not even a real officer, I just always wanted to use that pickup line."
"Oh," I blink. "Well, impersonating an officer is a crime, therefore you can't turn me in without incriminating yourself." I smile slyly at the fake officer.
"Well, I think being a jewelry thief is a worse crime than wearing an outfit." He retorts.
"What!" I sputter, then realize that though this man may be completely irritating, he is also right. I sigh, defeated. "If you want to know the truth, I don't even know what I was doing. This isn't me. I've never broken a rule in my life." I admit.
"Yeah, I can tell. What would entice you steal jewelry to buy food instead of stealing the food itself? You're overcomplicating matters."
Hoping to turn the tide of the conversation and prevent even more embarrassment, I snark "Why are you playing dress-up? It's not Halloween."
"To impress the ladies." He winks, and simultaneously attempts to pose against the wall of the building, but misjudges the distance between himself and the wall. He stumbles, crashing into the wall, his sunglasses falling back onto the bridge of his nose. "Wow. I suppose it's official, now. I have terrible …show more content…
Harten's jewelry store. The shades are drawn over the windows like closed eyelids, oblivious to our scheme.
"So," I whisper, my heart pounding in my chest, "do you have a plan? How are we going to get in?" I jiggle the door knob. The door, quite obviously, doesn't budge.
"Don't worry, I've got this." Kevin reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small black box. I lean over in interest, a million questions whizzing through my mind. Kevin pops open the box with a small click, and selects a tiny black rod, bent at the tip in a ninety degree angle. He sticks it into the lock, turns it slightly, then chooses another black rod, this one hooked at the end. He shoves that in the lock too, and fiddles around in the lock for a minute. I watch in fascinated delight as Kevin twists the first black rod and pushes open the door.
"You coming?" Kevin grins. I remain standing there, unable to move, my mouth agape. Kevin picked a lock. And it actually worked. I finally regain control of my legs and follow him into the store. It appears that I had underestimated Kevin's competence.
"Don't worry. I've scouted out the security here, and it's not much. There are a few cameras, but they won't be able to pick us
"Yes, Officer?" I coo in the sweetest, most innocent voice I can muster. I consider batting …show more content…
Um, well, I was just going to say that you've stolen my heart." The officer stammers, his face beet red. "I'm, uh, I'm not even a real officer, I just always wanted to use that pickup line."
"Oh," I blink. "Well, impersonating an officer is a crime, therefore you can't turn me in without incriminating yourself." I smile slyly at the fake officer.
"Well, I think being a jewelry thief is a worse crime than wearing an outfit." He retorts.
"What!" I sputter, then realize that though this man may be completely irritating, he is also right. I sigh, defeated. "If you want to know the truth, I don't even know what I was doing. This isn't me. I've never broken a rule in my life." I admit.
"Yeah, I can tell. What would entice you steal jewelry to buy food instead of stealing the food itself? You're overcomplicating matters."
Hoping to turn the tide of the conversation and prevent even more embarrassment, I snark "Why are you playing dress-up? It's not Halloween."
"To impress the ladies." He winks, and simultaneously attempts to pose against the wall of the building, but misjudges the distance between himself and the wall. He stumbles, crashing into the wall, his sunglasses falling back onto the bridge of his nose. "Wow. I suppose it's official, now. I have terrible …show more content…
Harten's jewelry store. The shades are drawn over the windows like closed eyelids, oblivious to our scheme.
"So," I whisper, my heart pounding in my chest, "do you have a plan? How are we going to get in?" I jiggle the door knob. The door, quite obviously, doesn't budge.
"Don't worry, I've got this." Kevin reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small black box. I lean over in interest, a million questions whizzing through my mind. Kevin pops open the box with a small click, and selects a tiny black rod, bent at the tip in a ninety degree angle. He sticks it into the lock, turns it slightly, then chooses another black rod, this one hooked at the end. He shoves that in the lock too, and fiddles around in the lock for a minute. I watch in fascinated delight as Kevin twists the first black rod and pushes open the door.
"You coming?" Kevin grins. I remain standing there, unable to move, my mouth agape. Kevin picked a lock. And it actually worked. I finally regain control of my legs and follow him into the store. It appears that I had underestimated Kevin's competence.
"Don't worry. I've scouted out the security here, and it's not much. There are a few cameras, but they won't be able to pick us