Revealed

6. Jeremy

New day, new places to rob, and new people to disappoint. Phil and Nickson are taking care of a customer, so it was just Faine, Neal, and I.

"I've been noticing this bakery, not too far from here, that's always getting so many customers. And usually, only one girl closes up the shop. I think I'm gonna try my luck there.", I point out grinning.

"You want us to come?" Faine looked ready to cause more trouble than he ever did in his whole life.

I shake my head. "I think I can take down a little girl." The annoyance in my voice could kill.

Hours and hours of waiting and planning goes by. It was 8:45 p.m. The bakery was definitely closing by now. I sneak out of the shed through the back door, being careful not to make myself noticeable among the city.

The streets are quiet. A pin could be heard dropping, if one had actually dropped. I like it when the city got like this. Everyone asleep and so unaware of what was going on around them.

Within half an hour, I make it to the bakery's block. As I expected, there is only one girl cleaning a few tables. She seemed almost done with her work. I open the door and walk in with demanding power.

"Sorry, but we're closed. Anything else I can help you with though?", says the girl nonchalantly in the sweetest voice I have ever heard. Then, I recognize those waves. This is the girl who saw the robbery. Now, more than ever, it only made sense to take her out.

"Yea you can help me with something."

She raises her right eyebrow and tilts her head a little as to say, "Well..?" Her hair and full pink lips were mesmerizing.

"Staring is rude," she has the cutest chuckle. Her eyes were dark brown and seemed full of undeniable confidence and her warm skin sparkled even through the dim lights. Her lips were perfectly shaped, not too big and not too thin. Her eyelashes fluttered gracefully on her eyes every time she blinked and her teeth were so white, they could blind a man.

My eyes traced down her body. I followed her every curve. Her hips were slightly wider than her waist, and it fit her figure perfectly. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Why have I never seen her before? I wasn't even ready to stop examining her until she snapped her fingers in front of me, snapping me out of my daydreams.

I began to reach for my pocket.

"Get on the ground. Now."

She continues to watch me. It seems like she was about to laugh, but this was no joke.

"I said get on the fucking ground, NOW!" Now I'm practically screaming. The girl places one hand on her waist and twirls a piece of her hair on her right forefinger. My mind became lost again. By the time I blinked, she had casually taken the gun from my hand. I didn't even realize I had pulled it out yet.

"Not today, babe," she says with a smirk across her flawless face.

Every time I had hear her voice, my heart speeds up a little faster. What am I supposed to do now? I'm unarmed, alone, with a girl who could potentially get me arrested with the dial of three numbers. So, I pounce on her and she falls to the ground. Her legs are in between mine as I tower over her holding her hands down. I flick the gun out of her hands and it slides across the floor. Then, she takes control of her right hand and pulls away from me by slapping my face. What was happening? Why was I failing to rob a small shop with only one girl who was probably half my body mass?

"No one is taking anything away from here. I'll give you the chance to leave without any problems. Get out," The girl's voice, holding its tenderness, was still soft but now had a hint of security. I knew I wasn't getting any money that day. She continues to eye me down as she dusts off her jeans with her hands and the cloth she used to wipe down the tables earlier on in the night.

I raise my hands over my head and slowly back away from her and towards the door without taking my eyes off her. Before I slip away, I whisper, "Until next time, princess."

Apparently, I whisper loud enough for her to hear. She picks up my gun and puts the safety on. "Yeah, don't bet on it." A devilish smirk ran across her face again but was only slightly visible this time. I ran.

I needed to think about how I was going to get my gun back but instead, my mind recreated her flawless facial features and perfectly curled hair.

Then I remind myself, no feelings involved.