𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 -- s. harrington

→ thirty.

"NO. NO MORE samples today," Robin said and shook her head at the young girl standing with a group of friends on the other side of the counter. The employee propped her elbows on the counter behind her and leaned against it, her eyes not leaving Erica Sinclair.

          "Why not?" Erica questioned and furrowed her eyebrows at the older girl wearing the stupid sailor costume.

          "Because you're abusing our company policy," Robin explained and smirked slightly.

          "Where's the sailor man?" The young girl asked and let out a sigh. Her eyes looking all around for the man that wore the same costume as Robin.

          "The sailor man has a name," Andrea piped up from behind the group of young girls blocking her way to the counter. Both older girls locked eyes and Robin smiled brightly at the blonde.

          "Sorry, he can't help you. He's busy," Robin said to the young girl and turned away from her and her group of friends who all stared her down like she was evil for not giving out more free samples.

          "Busy with what?" Erica asked, her eyebrows raising out of confusion as she looked at the back of Robin's head.

          A small smile crept onto Robin's face and she turned around so her eyes were locked onto Erica's. As much as she wanted to lie to the young girl, she knew the truth was just as silly and would make her leave. "Spycraft."

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Steve pressed the small binoculars against his eyes and sat up straight enough so he could gaze over the top of the fake plant he and Dustin were "hidden" behind. He glanced around at small groups of people, looking for the "evil Russian" that Dustin wanted him to find.

          "You see anything?" Dustin asked and looked over at the boy, furrowing his eyebrows at Steve's pursed lips as he concentrated way too hard for the task at hand.

          "Uh, I guess I don't totally know what I'm looking for," Steve replied and continued to scan the groups of people littered around the mall.

          "Evil Russians," Dustin stated matter-of-factly. Surely it couldn't have been that hard to find someone who looked evil and Russian.

          Steve sucked in a breath and exhaled. "Yeah, exactly. I don't know what an evil Russian looks like."

          "Tall, blond, not smiling," Dustin explained, his eyes searching over the people in front of him.

      "Mm-hmm?" Steve said, although he hadn't really been listening to what the younger boy had said. While looking for what Dustin called an "evil Russian", Steve's eyes had found his girlfriend, walking toward both boys who were hiding behind the plant. Andrea hadn't noticed Steve staring at her through binoculars and he knew that she would call him a creep if she found out.

          "Also, look for earpieces, camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing," Dustin added and looked over at Steve. The young boy scoffed at the sight of Steve with his mouth hanging open and he swore he saw drool on the corner of his lips. "Are you even listening?" He questioned and jabbed Steve in the ribs with his fingers.

          Steve cleared his throat and his head and brought himself back to reality from daydreaming about Andrea. "Right, okay, duffel bags," he said, his voice cracking as he moved the binoculars and his head so Andrea was out of view, continuing his search for the evil Russians.