Atlas Montes, probably the best female hacker and pickpocket of Spain, just wanted to rob a store with her brother. He would go in while she sits in a café opposite the street and hacks the security system and cameras. It always went like this, go i...
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The air was cold, little drops of water were hitting against the windows.
Sergio's hands moved carefully across the red paper, cutting it perfectly. It was quiet in the room, the only sound being heard his breathes and the ones from Atlas, who was standing further away in front of the closet, her eyes wandering over the clothes.
He would turn around and look at her from time to time, only to know that she was still there, with him, and wasn't just a figment of his imagination.
"...Professor?"
Her soft and quiet voice echoed through the large room, hitting against the walls and flying back over into the shell of his ears. "Hm?" The black-haired turned around to her, a familiar action, and looked at the blonde.
It felt wrong for her to call him that. Professor. It should be Sergio. She should know his real name. He wanted her to know it, and call him it. He wanted to know what his name would sound like rolling off her tongue. But he knew that could never happen.
"Do you have a.. you know.." The Professor's eyes crawled across her movements, skin and gaze. How she fiddled with her hands and the way her eyes couldn't look into his.
"A sweatshirt for you?" He ended her sentence, and tried to hide the little grin, which was forming on his face. Atlas looked surprised short, but then just nodded and was somehow relieved. "Yeah."
He nodded and stood up before walking over to her, passing by, a micro millimeter of their skin touching for less than a second and shooting lighting through both of their skins, deep into their blood and veins.
Sergio opened the closet right next to hers, noticing her tight gaze on him, feeling like she could look right through his skin, flesh and into his bones, and pulled out a blue hoodie. After moving it off the coat hanger he handed it over to Atlas, their eyes meeting for a second before she smiled, and this caused him to do so too.
"Thanks." "My pleasure."
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The phone rang.
Sergio's and Atlas' head snapped up at the same time. He stood up, walked a little round around her chair, in which she sat, following him while he repeated his words in his head.
After a quick thought of mind, he sat down on his chair again, turning to Edinburgh, who nodded, indicating everything was ready, before he picked up the phone and put it onto speaker so she could listen.
"Hello?"
"Professor, the hour I gave you is up. I need to know if you're going to surrender."
Atlas watched the man in front of her playing with the pen while talking. She was wearing his dark blue hoodie with some beige cord pants and her converse.
The cloth of him was a tiny bit too big for her, but the first thought that he had when he had spotted her was that she's beautiful.
The second, was that she looks absolutely adorable in his clothes and he would give everything for her to wear them every day, every night, every time.
