He wasn’t suspicious about it, nor was he concerned or unaware of his stealing.

He sat down before and drank his coffee at a table, he was working on his computer and talked to someone on his phone.

His fresh, clean suit and gleaming sliver watch announced enough about his wealth, though he did look very young.

Yet, I could tell there was a slight hint of arrogance when he ordered his black coffee.

He didn’t obtain any eye contact or “thank you” or “have a a nice day”.

He thought walking off would not be noticed, but he was wrong.

He left the cafe around 3:00pm. It is now 3:15pm, he couldn’t have gotten very far.

“I’ll be back soon!” I tell my coworkers.

And then I begin my quest.

I first start to look around at the business court, we’re many wealthy business are located.

I scan people, but remember to occasionally leave my head down.

I pull out my phone to check the time when I walk in a solid wall, no, a man, him.

I look up, embarrassed, but happy. I found him.

“Hello, sir.”

He raises his eyebrows.

“No apology?” He says firmly.

“Yeah, don’t keep me waiting.” I snap back.

He smiles.

“I recognize you, barista.”

“I recognize you, thief.”

His smile widens.

“So you’ve caught me.”

I look into his green eyes and ask,

“Why? You clearly have to money to buy a simple six dollar coffee.”

“Yes, and clearly you are very naive. Did you ever think about why I did it?”

Panic hit me.

What was he saying?

He continued,

“It seems, barista, you fell perfectly into my trap.”

Before fear could seize me, darkness wrapped around me and I was out.