I walked around my good intentions, and found that there were none.
Well, news certainly traveled fast. It wasn't more than a few hours after leaving the cafe that rumors began to spread around. Jill, hands tucked in the pockets of her jacket, listens carefully, although tries to remain inconspicuous.
"Did you hear? They caught that one guy that broke out of jail..." A group of teenagers chat amongst themselves just ahead of Jill.
"Oh yeah! That thief... Valentine! No shit, when?"
"Just a couple of hours ago, right here in Brooklyn!"
"No way! That's crazy; the police actually doing something?"
Jill shoots a glare at the departing teens, and stops at a street vendor. The man looks up from his magazine at Jill, giving a polite nod as she browses through the selection of hats.
What a shitty week. No, month. She thinks to herself as she picks up a fedora.
((Open thread. :3))
"Did you hear? They caught that one guy that broke out of jail..." A group of teenagers chat amongst themselves just ahead of Jill.
"Oh yeah! That thief... Valentine! No shit, when?"
"Just a couple of hours ago, right here in Brooklyn!"
"No way! That's crazy; the police actually doing something?"
Jill shoots a glare at the departing teens, and stops at a street vendor. The man looks up from his magazine at Jill, giving a polite nod as she browses through the selection of hats.
What a shitty week. No, month. She thinks to herself as she picks up a fedora.
((Open thread. :3))