Dancing In The Grey | COMPLETED
READING AGE 18+
Ivet grew up in the streets while trying to survive she started pickpocketing. An ‘accidental’ shoulder bump or slight touch to no touch at all, she was walking away with a stranger’s wallet.
Dump it the nearest trash can, empty of course, then she had herself covered for a day or two — it depended on the rich prick she stole from.
Similarly to all her days, same route different victim yet it didn’t go according to plan.
Steal then toss.
Stole she had but the rich prick—ma’am—wasn’t naive nor ordinary.
A attempt to steal the lady’s purse lead to Ivet landing a job and a roof over her head, rooming with a very secretive rommie.
A wardrobe lacking colour, late nights out and a too experienced fighting ‘reflex’ for a basic bookstore owner.
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The room had been awfully quiet and it was starting to get on her nerves—wasn’t a lazy day in bed supposed to be—fun? Or at least bring some sort of excitement to the table, a purpose as to why she wasn’t downstairs working— helping the nearest customer or judging Ivet on how she worked.
That was the best part
But of co……
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