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It was around midnight and you were by yourself running the dust shop you worked at. Your boss was off at some...thing he was going to (he'd explained it to you numerous times, but you failed to listen to any of it), while he trusted you enough to leave you in charge.
Things were going smoothly enough for a while-except for that little mess that young kid made that you had to clean up-and for the most part business was pretty slow. Eventually, you got so bored you began to doze off. Night came, and you were still asleep with your head lying on the front desk.
"Excuse me." A low voice that was smooth and somewhat condescending filled your ears. You immediately shrieked in panic and jolted upright, finding yourself face-to-face with a man who wore a sly expression, with his right eye covered by his hair. He had a very dapper, gentlemanly appearance about him and deep down in the pit of your stomach were butterflies that you were silently trying to murder.
"Can I help you?" you asked.
Something about this man seemed so familiar. You could've sworn you'd seen him before. He made a smug grin and it hit you. He was that thief that was on the news yesterday, even though you couldn't quite recall his name. The only reason you even remembered him was because of the picture they showed of his mugshot-he was smiling in it like a damn celebrity. You looked around and saw a room full of men that you didn't even notice were here until now. Terror filled your body. Should you attempt to stop them? Or would you be killed trying?
"Yes, I'm just here to make a small errand and then I'll be out of your hair." he said. With a simple nod, his men began to take the dust. Your head rushed with panicked ideas.
"H-hey!" you shouted. "I'll c-call the police!"
The criminal looked at you and chuckled.
"I'm afraid to say that you can't, sweetheart-unless you'd rather prefer taking a bullet to the head."
You thought over your options. Maybe I could try to persuade him? you thought to yourself. You were doubtful it would do anything other than humor him but you were kind of low on options.
"Why do you need this much dust anyways? Wouldn't-I don't know-stealing money be more efficient?" The instant after you had said those words you realized the stupidity of your own question. Why on earth would you suggest for him to rob the shop clean of its money? There were already enough problems amongst small dust businesses with the Shnee Dust Company raking in most of the profit.
"Getting a little personal, aren't we?" He continued to casually talk as his men went on depriving the entire store. "Well," he walked behind the counter and sat right next to you, "if you really must know, let's just say that my aspirations go much farther than wealth...." His arm snaked its way behind you as he gently placed his hand on your waist. Your eyes widened and you could feel the heat beginning to burn up your face.
Suddenly, the sound of a ringtone came off and it was coming from him. With one arm still wrapped around you, he used his free hand to grab his scroll.
"What is it?" He sighed in annoyance. You curiously listed to the one-sided conversation.
"Well I'm sorry but I'm kind of in the middle of something here."
"No it's not."
"Alright. I'll be on it-Oh! And I'm gonna need the newest recruit, if you don't mind."
"Okay. See you later then~."
The man hung up and pocketed the scroll away, now turning towards the men.
"Alright boys, enough dilly-dallying, we have places to be!" he called out. He then turned his attention towards you.
"Well, my dear, it looks like I must be going." He pulled himself closer to you. "But I hope we'll come across each other sometime soon." With both hands now placed on your arched back, his face was now only centimeters away from coming into contact with yours. Your face was on fire. His movements were painfully slow as his lips were barely lingering over yours, almost about to touch them when-
In an instant of blurs and confusion, you were dropped to the ground. You watched him leave you there on the floor, face still burning, as he turned back one last time to look at you with a devilish smirk.
The next day, you remain embarrassed and extremely confused about last night.
But you couldn't deny that you enjoyed it.