Fucking Thief—1
I noticed him immediately. Lean and jittery, a waiter moving through the crowded lounge with the nervous energy of someone trying too hard to disappear. His hands trembled slightly as he balanced a tray, eyes flicking nervously to the tables. Nothing about him screamed danger. Just… desperate.
But when I caught the subtle slip of his fingers toward my jacket pocket, a slow, dangerous smile touched my lips. Most people panic or freeze when caught. This one? Didn't even realize it yet.
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