The square was crowded - perfect for George's purposes. He was working today, slipping through the crowds and sneaking a coin purse here, some jewelry there, all done quietly and professionally, with no one the wiser for his thieving. By the time he'd made a pass of the square, he'd collected quite a bit from the unwitting crowd, and he leaned against an alley wall, keeping an eye on passersby, mentally tagging his next targets.
There was one man who passed by who caught George's eye: a dark-skinned stranger who was decidedly not George's usual mark. He tended to look for shoppers, people who weren't paying attention to their surroundings; this man looked like he was on a mission, and that was different from most of the people in the square. George was curious, and so he pushed off from the wall and began to follow the stranger. Maybe he was going somewhere interesting.
There was one man who passed by who caught George's eye: a dark-skinned stranger who was decidedly not George's usual mark. He tended to look for shoppers, people who weren't paying attention to their surroundings; this man looked like he was on a mission, and that was different from most of the people in the square. George was curious, and so he pushed off from the wall and began to follow the stranger. Maybe he was going somewhere interesting.
You don't deserve a point of view
If the only thing you see is you
If the only thing you see is you
George
