robbery \\ hs

four

Harry

Shit. She saw me.

I've been standing here for the past twenty minutes waiting to catch a glimpse of her gorgeous face.

After I robbed the gas station she was at, I ran to my usual spot. The little white house that holds my belongings. But I couldn't seem to get her off my mind. She didn't seem too scared of what I was doing at the station; a bit though, but not crying and screaming scared. I remember looking over at her and feeling almost bad about what I was doing. She looked so innocent and clean.

I kept seeing that image at the house when I would close my eyes. She was beautiful when I saw her the first time, and now that I'm looking into her bedroom window she's still beautiful.

I'm still curious though as to why I actually followed her from the police station. It was difficult, too. I mean waiting outside the building (not to mention it was the police station), where people are recounting what you look like, to follow a girl home is not easy at all. Of course, who said it would be?

Now that she has seen me, what am I to do? Run? Throw pebbles? Try to climb up? Smile and wave? Back into the bushes? Jesus I should've thought this through.

So, instead of anything I had in mind, she opened the window up and looked down at me.

Also, instead of anything I had in mind, she dropped a piece of paper down. What the hell is she doing?

I walked over to the folded paper and picked it up. It read: 164 West Wilden St. 11:15 pm tomorrow.