“You said this was important.”
“Oh it is,” said Ms. Fox as she strolled down the empty cobblestone streets.
Mr. Curtis had been following a step or two behind her, his hands in his pocket. Now he held his hands out, pivoted back on the heel of his shoe, he made a full spin around. “The importance of empty streets?”
“The business here are closed today,” Ms. Fox replied while giving him a sideways glance. She was rather matter-of-fact.
Mr. Curtis rolled his eyes. “I couldn’t tell by the lack of activity around us.” That didn’t give him any insight as to why they were here. It was true that vacant stores in a vacant district could be easy pickings for this duo, but there was no challenge in it. He had to be entertained. It was time to get to the root of this. “So why are we here, Ms. Fox?”
She stopped at a juncture in the road, tapping her fingers one against the other as she surveyed the scene. “On our last score you were not as light on your feet as you could have been.” Ms. Fox said.
Ms. Fox explained. “I know you’re able to move with much more grace than you had. We’re here to work on your groove.”
Ms. Fox lifted her head and turned it around to look at him, hand raised to pat his cheek. At the same time, Mr. Curtis had leaned forward to talk directly in her ear. “I’ve never gotten complaints about my groove before.”
She had the decency to blush at his confession, even as she studied his face, and she caught herself smiling a little to much when their eyes met. Feeling the warmth of his hands, Ms. Fox cleared her throat and stepped away from him. There was a reason they were here and she had to stick with it. For now.
“So we’re going to dance,” she said rather quickly. There would be another job coming their way soon enough and they both had better be limber enough to pull it off without a hitch. “Separately. Traipsing about the cobblestones with such languid movements, each step melds together and seems to be one.”’ As Ms. Fox spoke she moved from stone to stone. The smoothness of her gait held the underlining traits of a dancer. “Get it down, and you’ll be able to move in and out, among the crowds, and small places, without notice.”
Mr. Curtis had stuffed his hands back into his pockets as he watched her, keeping his comments to himself about what she had said. He wasn’t quite sure how this would help but he gave a shrug and decided to give it a go. “At least nobody’s watching.”
Broderick Logan (Check out his counter-story here!)
Hat: [Deadwool] Flat cap – grey – Gacha RARE
Jacket: Gabriel Drape Shirt and Jacket – White
Pants: Hoorenbeek Leather Pants – Black
Shoes: [Phunk] Vintage Wingtip Shoes
Necklace: Gabriel Angel Wings Necklace (male) – Silver
Rings: Kunst Allegiant and Magnus Rings
Glasses: Fleebish! Reading Glasses Tape
KaTink – Dance To Your Own Beat
Shot on location at: Whole Wheat