robbery \\ hs

six (pt. 2)

"Didn't your parents ever warn you about strangers, dear?"

"Of course."

"Well shouldn't you be a bit more cautious around me? You seem to not be scared at all."

"You have yet to give me a reason."

"So, finding me staring into your window late at night, wasn't reason enough?"

Now that I'm thinking about it...

"If you're pushing me away, I'll be fine going my own way."

"Oh, there's no reason to leave. I just figured that you should be warned. Remember, I am dangerous." He grinned, completely contradicting his previous statement.

"And I know how to defend myself. I'm not a child."

"I believe you."

"Then what are you waiting on? Tell me about yourself."

"Now you can't ask me to tell you about myself and not tell me about you, too."

"Alright."
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"Start with names, yeah?" He asked me, his voice rather slow and deep.

"Monica."

"Monica." He pondered over it like it was a new flavor of a sucker, and he couldn't decide whether he liked it or not. "I like that." He smiled at me from his spot under the tree.

"Now yours." I pushed.

"Hm, you know, I think I should be cautious as well. You could just be working for the cops."

"Oh just tell your name."

"Fine. It's Harry."

"Suits you." I complimented.

"Thanks?" He scrunched his eyebrows, not sure if I meant it badly.

"Welcome." I confirmed my compliment.

"How long have you stayed here?"

I chuckled, "My whole life."

"I've obviously only been here a few weeks." He told me.

"Yeah, I guess so. Do you move around a lot?" He looked at me funny. "Sorry, dumb question."

"Yes I do. If I didn't I would be in jail by now, darling. And if I was in jail, I wouldn't be talking to you," he stated in a flirtatious manner.

Holy shit. Harry is good with words.

"But what are you going to do when they get closer to finding you? Actually, how do you know when they're getting close to finding you?" I questioned him before I filtered my mouth.

"It's not that hard. Sneak around, listen to people talking, the news, etcetera. Sometimes I can get help." He winked at me quickly causing me to blush slightly.

He is causing me to act like a child after I told him I was not one. Wonderful.

"I have another question. If you don't mind my asking, why do you do it? You know, rob from all those places?" I asked Harry softly. Only out of curiosity, not judgement.

"Let's save that for another time, okay?"

"Another time?"

"You didn't think that I was going to, so kindly, oblige to meeting you and only do that once, did you?" He leaned closer to me.

"I, I uh..." I didn't exactly know how to answer this one.

"Next time." He got up and walked to the door if the house, unlocked it, and went inside.

That's why it's locked now.

Not too long after he went inside, he put something up on the door.

As I got up myself I walked over to the door. I don't know what Harry put on there, but I was going to find out. In the same fashion as what I had done to him.

A single piece of paper tacked on. I pulled it off just incase it was meant for me. I mean, I'm pretty sure it is.

It read: Under the willow. 11:15 pm Friday.

Just when I started to crumble it up I noticed something at the very bottom.

P.s. You looked quite pretty in the moonlight.