The girl, in a simple term, was gorgeous.
Absolutely, drop-dead gorgeous.
She turned heads, she got feels. People's mouths dropped, women glared, glasses were dropped.
And she didn't waver a bit.
She kept on walking up to the bar and grabbed a drink.
And when the night grew older, the people grew more tipsy, more fuzzy. Bubble brained.
She took the necklaces of two women. She 'aquired' a braclet of paridote. What? Green suited her.
As she walked up the stairs, her dress way to short, she stopped and turned around. Blind spot in fourty seconds. She was just going to make it.
She walked up to the jewel.
Thirty seconds.
She took a moment to admire it.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one...
And the time slowed down.
In the one second that nobody was looking, she took the jewel, and walked out the front door.
Simple as that. After all,
Nobody sees her, nobody finds her if she doesn't want to be found.
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The Ghosts
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