It had been a rough day already. First I missed the train, had to skip lunch, and even worse someone stole my purse. At least there looks to be some easy prey on the streets of Brooklyn.

There was this boy, maybe around my age or a little older. He had a mop of blonde hair and dark eyes. I’m surprised he could even see where he was going. The thing that caught my eye first though, was the jacket. That jacket meant money. It was beautiful. All I had to do was chat him up a bit and get a couple bucks.

Chatting them up is easy, sometimes they can be a little antisocial, but you just have to find their interests.

I walked up beside the blonde boy, I was a little taller than his shoulder. He glanced over but kept walking. ‘Hello’ I tried to get his attention. He brushed me off again. ‘Hello?’ Was he ignoring me? ‘Blondie are you in there?’ He finally turned to look at me. ‘What do you want?’ Maybe this might be trickier than I thought. ‘I wanted to know your name.’ He rolled his eyes. ‘Chris. Christopher.’ I smiled, he didn’t. ‘I admire your jacket. What’s the brand?’ He shrugged seeming disinterested, ‘I’m not sure. Maybe Marc Jacobs.’ I nearly gaped. Marc Jacobs? And you’re wearing it in the streets of Brooklyn? ‘That’s a bold thing to wear in such a messy place.’ He shrugged again. He really wasn’t a talker. ‘I have a washing machine I’ll be fine.’ I forced a laugh and looked him over again. I noticed something poking out of his pocket. ‘Your phones..pink?’ It looked similar to my phone. Too similar. He shoved the phone deeper into his pocket. ‘Are you judging me?’ I stopped walking. ‘That’s my phone. You’re the guy that stole my purse.’ He stopped and ran a hand over his face. ‘You don’t have any proof I did.’ I wanted to take my phone back but he was at least twice my size he’d easily overpower me. ‘Give me my phone back!’ I reached for his arm but he grabbed my wrist. ‘It’s my phone.’ I grabbed his jacket with my other hand and tried to grab my phone. I heard a tear and his arm held me tighter. ‘That jacket isn’t cheap.’ I grabbed my phone from his pocket and struggled to get away. He pulled me closer to him. ‘You’ll pay to get this jacket fixed and it’s gonna cost all your worth.’