[ the woman keeps herself busy on her phone as she stands,  waiting for her drink to be made.  the groupchat she responds in blows up with her coworkers opinions for their upcoming spring break trip.  she debates not attending.  how could she?  being a heroine doesn’t get days off.  she’s deep in thought as the blue thread of texts pop up on her screen.  each message sends a reminder to her.  suddenly,  her attention is caught by a familiar voice calling out her name.  she immediately shuts her phone off and approaches the counter.  the small gesture earns a shy smile as slender painted fingers retrieve the two items from him. ]    oh—-  thank you.  my favorite.  

id: @terminalwebs 
            [ his brows furrow as she looks down, writing her name on the cup, he starts the drink. it doesn’t take him too long since she came in a quieter hour but before he called it out, he walked over to the pastry case and took one of the new danishes he’d set aside for lunch later and puts it it in a new bag. ] tessa. [ his voice gets quieter, speaking lowly, sliding pastry over with the drink. ] and this one’s on the house. [ he winks with a smile. ] 

i’ll take your word on that.    [ she smiles. the words slip off her tongue with a little too much ease.  it’s as if she were on auto pilot and she’s already pulling her debit card from her purse.  the card reader beeps and she begins to put her card away.  she looks up as she slips her wallet back in her bag,  offering a small smile.  she adjusts the strap of her bag over shoulder. ]    tessa.  

you know me s͟o͟ well.  

id: @terminalwebs 
            i can’t just let myself get caught— you’d get bored. 

only if you’ll stay still enough for me to.  i know you like to slip through the cracks.  

okay,  s͟m͟a͟r͟t͟a͟s͟s͟.  i’m not playing your little game.  

id: @terminalwebs 
            what’d you see? me trying to get my bus pass? oh, the h͟o͟r͟r͟o͟r͟! 

you’re not as sneaky as you may think you are. 

v. faceclaim is currently jordan gonzalez but i might switch between him and alberto tbh until i decide <3

iv. the thief in question was named alena rivera, she was jane’s character and she was a friend of mine who passed away. i made this character, along with a couple for her. never will i write her character myself but i will mention her if interactions call for it. connor has another account under @tempusreign but i lost access to that account during the wattpad 2020 breach along with many others. 

iii. connor had travelled eight years into the future, and upon coming home, he’d noticed he’d gotten older and there was a grey streak in his hair that wasn’t there before. suddenly, he’d gotten a massive headache, and his mind was rushing with memories of a life he hadn’t lived for almost a decade. connor threw up when he’d gotten home and made a promise to become clean, as of recently he’s been sober for about three years. the thief he’d worked for retired, living with her husband off the grid and connor remained being a cat burglar, using his powers to take money from those who have too much of it.