The Heist (Aubrih AU Oneshot)

the heist

Paris Fashion Week
March 5, 2014
3:46 PM

"Pit'z, 2 o'clock. Light-skin with the beard."

Lupita seems surprised as she types away at her laptop, looking into her database. "Him? I thought we were sticking to caucasians?"

I shrug, still watching him. "He's cute."

She rolls her eyes, reading off his profile. "Aubrey Drake Graham. 30. Millionaire. Mother is a Jewish Canadian, father is African American."

"He has a ring on his finger. He married?"  I inquire.

She looks but can't seem to find anything. "No, he's single. Not sure why he's wearing a ring."

I smirk. "Okay then, easy cash. You ready?"

She nods. "Let's do this."

We come here every month, finding new rich white men to scam for money, which we never get tired of. She connects her device to the mic in my ear so I can hear her and she can hear me, as well as anyone I'm talking to.

I stand up, walking over to him. He's near the runway, talking to another man that I assume is his friend. Luckily, his friend went back to his seat and that's when I make the move to purposely drop my dark red lipstick when I walk past him.

"Miss," he calls from behind me. I turn around, moving my glasses to the bridge of my nose.

"You dropped this," he informs me, handing me the lipstick.

"Oh, thank you, this shit is expensive," I smile appreciatively, taking it from his hands.

He chuckles. "My pleasure. Is this your first time here?"

"No actually, it's my seventh."

He seems surprised. "That's impressive. You love fashion, I'm guessing?"

"Yeah, it's my passion," I smile.

He nods, a look of admiration on his face for a few seconds. "This is my first time. Well, first time alone, anyway. I was never a big fan of it all," he turns his head towards the runway, staring at it as if in deep thought. He looks upset, but I refrain from asking why.

"Did you like the show?"

He looks back at me, quickly snapping out of his thoughts. "It was nice. Brought back good memories."

I nod. "Yeah, I feel at home here."

He looks at me for what seems like forever until he finally opens his mouth, "I don't mean to be forward but... would you wanna get a drink with me?"

Bingo.

"Sure, I could use some alcohol in my system. Just meet me outside, I have to go to the bathroom real quick."

He nods, relief flooding his face. I watch him walk away with a smirk.

"That was easier than I expected. Now all you gotta do is get close to him and get the money. Step 1 completed," I hear Lupita's seemingly proud voice coming from the mic in my ear.