Ever The Seductress

With a black peacoat on, and kneehigh boots she looked like she was just about to go clubbing instead of running from the police. This was her usual attire.

He waited patiently as she snatched a bottle of whiskey from the bar, slamming a few twenties down onto the counter.

"You always overpay," he muttered, his rough voice scratching at her ears.

At his words an adorable chuckle left her mouth, her eyes lighting up.

The hush of the place was ruined by the ring of police sirens, and they both shared a glance.

"And that's our cue." She said quietly.