-ˋˏ PARTNERS IN CRIME - C. DE VIL ˎˊ

III : LIBERTY OF LONDON

PARTNERS IN CRIME;
act 1, chapter 3

by : _amaranthine02

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Eron and (Y/n) walks side by side, in the busy, crowded streets of London. Buddy follows them giddily, wagging his tail. Every step the two made, they felt the excitement and overwhelming feeling of finally belonging. Even more when they already arrived.

It was a breathtaking view of a tall building just right across them, all with glass doors and panels. The flag was just dangling from the outside by the wind. Proudly raised high and mighty.

Ah. Liberty of London.

Eron smirks at the sight, he takes a look at Buddy sitting down just between him and the girl.

(Y/n) on the other hand, took a step backward, looking at the building like she'd never seen it before. She takes a whole lot of breath after deeply exhaling. Her action made him smile genuinely, blushing at the exact same time.

It was the pinnacle of fashion at the 70's.

After a small pat on Buddy's little head, (Y/n) was the first to take a run across the street. Eron catches up and follows, dodging the revving cars beside him.

They carried all the best designers, and now we work there.

The store was composed with a lot of people, simply similar to its vibe. Vintage, normal and simple. People go around their stacks of scarves, hats, coats, bags and jewelry. Small chatters and indistict conversations were all around, from customers, visitors to its workers.

From there to the lower section of the building, employees were doing and minding their jobs whether they sew, planned, and some were taking their other co-workers on a date. Meanwhile, Eron and (Y/n) scrubs the dirt in the toilet floor with a small brush. Instead of being a designer designing clothes, they get cleaning work.

Eron suddenly spots their manager, walking past them while he scans his clipboard.

"Ah, excuse me, sir!"

He calls, the manager then stopped, eyes looked back at him. "I had a thought about the front window."

The older man gave a good fake smile, "I came for your job discription. Don't go outside the boundaries of your engagement. Please."

Eron was pulled back at the sudden block, only looking at his manager as he continued to walk past him. The boy only continued to scrub the floor out of his own confusion.

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While Eron was checking out of the store, he saw the manager passing by behind. Before he could even say anything, the man already gave his answer.

"Not now."

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(Y/n) scrubs the floor tiles just like she did normally, her eyes spots her manager from above, again with scanning his clipboard.

"Ah sir..."

He ignored her again with a "Not now." , simply stepping on her gloved hand without even noticing. She grimaced at the stinging pain, looking back at him with an excruciating

"Ow."

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The girl struggles to arrange the stack of cardboard boxes, heavy and compiled in her arms. (Y/n) tries to add another box in the divider, but her arms already gave up. The boxes clattered down the ground, just in time for their manager to find the scene.