Cristina
She looked innocently at the silverish pearls before her.
I want it. She thought.
She quickly shook her head telling herself no before walking past them. Her eyes landed on the golden encrusted symbol of the jewelry story shining at her through the glass.
Take it. She convinced herself.
"Excuse miss, may I help you?" An overly peppy voice tore her from and she looked up at the elderly woman staring down at her.
She pondered on saying 'no' and the words were about to leave her mouth, but they fumbled out differently than expected. The way they came out, caused her to do something she would regret later.
"Actually, yes, I could you use your help." She smiled devishly before pulling something out of her bag. Then she was tapping on the trigger.
Luke
He looked around the dark alley way frowning at the trashcan fire.
I want more. He thought.
He clenched his jaw and turned away from the yellow-orange flames. His eyes were pulled to an abanddoned warehouse across from the alley.
Do it. He convinced himself.
He walked towards the building quickly and gracefully, not getting any attention drawn to him. He paused and looked at the black lighter in his hand sighing.
"Come on, Luke. It won't be that bad." He muttered to himself. "You won't get caught." He through down the now ignited lighter before running from the inferno.
That was really bad, I'm so sorry. I'm not really one for making it better, but hope you enjoy this story. It's going to be weird.
