Georgina dashed through the streets, making sure to keep and maintain distance between her and the two cops chasing her.
Footfalls pattered on the ground as she ran, the blood singing in her veins and giving her the exhilarating feeling of flying through the air. She laughed, loud and reckless and exuberant. This... this is why she lives the way she does. The thrill, the danger, and everything that comes with it.
She darted into a maze-like plaza, hoping to lose the cops there. One got too close for comfort, which prompted her to run faster and duck in an alleyway. She hid behind a trash bin, listening for the cops. There were murmurs and city noises, caws of birds and kids' boisterous laughter. Still, she stayed and breathed shallowly, crouching as low as she could so as not to be seen.
A few more seconds had passed and she stood to her full height, dusting off her clothes and smirking at the wallet she was able to snatch. Whistling, she was able to make two steps before she heard male voices.
"Where'd she head?"
"I don't know... she's too fast."
Heart in her throat, Georgina scrambled for a hiding spot. She couldn't go to the trash bin again as the voices were near it. If she tried to risk it, she'd definitely be caught.
Her eyes caught sight of a car parked by the sidewalk, its paint a faded red. Georgina squinted, pushing her glasses up her nose and seeing a man inside the car by the driver's wheel.
Footsteps were coming near and so she sprinted to the passenger's side of the car, flinging it open and slipping inside like an old friend, startling the man who yelped.
Georgina was quick to silence him, slapping a hand over his mouth and giving him a threatening glare. Using her free hand, she slid her thumb across her throat to give him a message, which he understood as he nodded fearfully.
They waited in silence, Georgina's ears listening to angry voices and running footsteps fading away in the distance.
When she was sure no one was there, she let her hand slip from his mouth, giving him a scrutinizing gaze.
He stared back with large eyes, Georgina blinking in surprise at the vivid green color of his pupils. Chestnut brown hair fell in messy waves on his forehead, partially covering his eyes. He had a tall nose and a scratch on his cheek. He was quite young, perhaps her age or a few years older. Even his clothes were immaculate: white dress shirt, classic black slacks, and a brown trench coat. She couldn't see his shoes but she was guessing it was also something classy and expensive.
"Who are you?" he asked quietly, eyes guarded and physique tense with nervous energy.
She saw him give a quick glance to his phone by the middle compartment and her deft hands snatched it up before he could even breathe.
He gave her an incredulous stare, mouth agape.
Georgina smirked.
"Can't have you calling the police on me," she sang, taunting him by waving his phone in the air. She laughed at how his eyes followed the phone, evidently waiting for an opportunity to grab it back.
She smirked gleefully at his expression. Stupid man.
Georgina shoved the phone in one of her many pockets, leaning on the car door and sizing him up and down.
It was obvious to her he lived a good life, despite his wild hair. His appearance and the aura he gave off spoke of business and nothing more. She was willing to bet he was a stingy person, one who cared for detail and was incredibly watchful of his surroundings and the people around him.
He appeared to be observing her as well, if his slanted eyes were anything to go by.
"This is clearly breaking and entering. You, good madam, should have the—mmprf!"
A piece of crumpled up paper made its way into his mouth, rendering him unable to talk.
Georgina clicked her tongue to show her annoyance, further highlighted by the scrunch of her brow.
"Shut up. No one needs to listen to you babble about the law, unless you're a lawyer." She studied her nails—an interesting variation of sharp and blunt. "But even listening to a lawyer is boring so basically, shut up."
She shot him a saccharine smile, giddiness filling her at the way he flinched.
One of his hands came up to pluck the paper out of his mouth, his facial features showing disgust as he blanched and placed the paper by the side.
"It'd be best you leave now if you don't want me calling the cops on you," he stated calmly, giving her a glance.
That only made Georgina fix him with a fiery gaze enough to send him cowering and backing away. She clicked her tongue again.
"You actually have the balls to threaten me?" she hissed, slamming a hand on the compartment. The man shut his eyes and winced. Georgina's eyebrows furrowed but she was too blinded by anger to investigate, throwing the car door open and stepping out into the streets again. "See you never!"
Stomping away and flats clicking noisily on the uneven ground, Georgina huffed thinking at how he was such a prude. He was too much for her. He actually better be thankful she left him unharmed with not a head scratched or even touched. Most people usually suffered from her mean right hook or knee to the groin. Despite her small stature, she was physically strong.
As Georgina slowed to a reasonable walking pace, she observed how the world worked in this day and age, wondered too on how advanced it would be in the future. Would flying cars be possible? Would clean water run out? Would World War III happen? (Hopefully, it doesn't). Would science advance to the point it was able to detect or even kill cancer cells before signs or symptoms?
She exhaled through her mouth, frustrated with herself. Why was she being so sentimental and thoughtful all of a sudden? She hated being too inquisitive on matters that didn't concern her. She should just stay in her business and stay hidden; that's her life.
Well, it was another day in the life of one Georgina Wells.
She skipped home, glasses bouncing with every hop.
It wasn't a good day, she mused. But it was another day nonetheless.