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FOUR MONTHS PRIOR TO HEIST
BRIGHT SUNLIGHT ILLUMINATED THE CAPACIOUS LANDSCAPE, THE AFTERNOON BRINGING A COOL BREEZE. Verona sat at a wooden table, her gaze set on Florence, who was practicing his aim with a gun. After only a month of knowing him, she already gathered quite a bit of information about him, just by observation. The young boy had quite the temper, and had a difficult time controlling it. Simple things like misplacing a piece of clothing made him go on a spiteful tangent. She also noticed how he didn't talk much to the other people in the group, and mostly kept to himself. He had a habit of clenching his teeth together when he was either agitated or somber. To top it off, he had really bad aim.
A chuckle left her lips as she watched him miss yet another shot. He had been practicing for about thirty minutes, and had only knocked down two tin cans from off the stand. He shook his hand, his frustration growing at every passing moment.
"What's so funny?" Florence questioned, as he lowered the gun and turned towards the blonde-haired girl. His eyebrows were scrunched up, his jaw clenching slightly.
"Nothing." She dismissed, shrugging her shoulders. A hint of an amused smile was still evident on her face, making him roll his eyes at her.
"How about you try?" Florence rose his eyebrows at the girl, holding the gun out for her to take.
"Fine, I will." Verona responded, setting down her glass of water. She walked over to him, grabbing the handgun from out of his grasp. He folded his arms over his chest, and tilted his head to the side-- a challenging look in his eyes.
Verona rolled her eyes playfully, raising the gun at one of the targets, which happened to be an empty wine bottle. She took a deep breath, before taking the shot-- the impact making her shoulder jolt back slightly. Florence let out an exaggerated laugh when he saw she didn't hit the target.
"What's so funny?" She mimicked his words from before, purposefully making her voice a tad bit deeper. Florence raised his hands in defense, gesturing for her to try again.
Verona rose the gun once again, aiming at the same target. A gunshot rang through the quiet evening, the sound of glass shattering a second afterwards. A triumphant smile formed on her face, and she looked to see Florence glaring at her.
"That was luck." He accused, throwing his hands up in annoyance. Verona let out a chuckle at how frustrated he was at that moment, knowing that she could shoot down a target that he had been failing at for twenty minutes.
Verona aimed at a different target this time, pulling the trigger. The bullet came in contact with the empty tin can, knocking it down off the pillar. She turned her head towards Florence, arching an eyebrow at him. He pressed his lips together, not muttering a single word.
