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The man ran as he breathed heavily in panic, holding a purse he had stolen from a woman in the plaza. This was his 6th purse he had stolen, and lucky for him, he hasn't gotten caught.
Or that's what he thinks.
"Move!" He yelled and shoved a group of people away.
As soon as he was getting close to his hideout, he turned the corner and immediately a high kick was sent to his face.
Norie glared at him as the kick made his head get thrown back, she caught the purse that flew up and the man landed on the ground.
"Seriously? Like come on get a job if you want money you lazy bitch." She says as the man groaned at his bloody nose and two missing bottom teeth.
He saw her stand above him and placed her two feet besides his shoulders, Norie stared down at him as the man sobbed at the pain in his nose.
He flinched when he felt her loft his chin up slightly with the tip of her boot, Norie hummed and said "you'll survive"
Norie grabbed the purse as a cops car stopped in front of them.
"Chausiku! You caught him!" One of the cops say as they ran towards her.
"I figure his hideout is somewhere up this alley, here's one of the purses he stole. The others might be in the hideout" Norie explained as she tossed the bag to them.
"Thank you"
"Yeah, anything else just give us a call" she said and started to make her way back to the agency.
Norie rolled her shoulders and cracked her knuckles, thinking that since she's already near a cafe, she could buy herself a croissant. But she was already missing half of the meeting Kunikida told her about, so she decided to go later.
She then started to see things she had forgotten about, the blue fire hydrant near a flower shop that always had cats lying outside.
The now old man sweeping the entrance to his shop, the sidewalk she ran when it was raining to get to where the port mafia was.
Norie stopped walking and she turned to the alley way that led to the place she never thought she'd return too. Her face softened when she saw the loft from where she stood.
Realizing that one of the windows were left opened, knowing that it had been left that way all these years since that night.
And the once pure white curtains that had turned beige, flowed out with each breeze that passed.
