“Nice watch you got there, huh?”
The guy jumped at your voice and his dark eyes stared at you, fear very obvious in them. His glance moved left and right, but he was the only one close enough to hear you.
“Hey! That guy stole my wallet! And my watch! Stop him! The guy with the leather jacket!”
“I’d run if I were you.”
You smirked and the guy grabbed your arm without thinking. He pulled you from the boat and onto a sidewalk where he wouldn’t let go of you until you ran far enough for anyone to follow you. You fought against his strong grip, but he wouldn’t budge. He was determinded to ask you how you knew what he’d done.
“Are you a cop?”
He watched you, a little out of breath, as you twisted your arm free. He looked as if the hwole running barely affected him whilst you rang for air like a fish out of water. You still managed a chuckle. Oh, you were far from being a cop.
“No, I’m just great at observing.”
“B-But that’s impossible. How did you see this?”
Your breathing slowed down and you grinned, reaching behind you and grabbing a set of cards from the back pocket of your pants. You shuffled the cards and flipped them between your fingers before effortlessly holding them in his direction.
“You took my place. The boat is the easiest way to hastily escape your target after stealing their goods.”
His slightly scared face turned into a flirtatious grin. He narrowed his eyes and gave you a once over before shaking his head with a chuckle.
“I should’ve known you weren’t a cop.”
“Why?” you furrowed your brows in question.
“Cop’s aren’t that hot! I’m Jack.”
The grin never left either of your faces as you stared at each other. He was very handsome. His dark eyes were prominent under his thick brows, his spiked hair literally inviting you to bury your hands in them. He was taller than you, though he didn’t belong to the very tall man either. He looked like one of those models girls like you would never, ever have a chance with.
Jack took a step closer to you, gripping your waist with one of his strong hands. You were surprised at his forwardness, but couldn’t complain as a warm shudder ran through you.
“I think we’d make a damn good team, (Y/N).”