Charles Harrington shamelessly followed her all the way.
Close to the exit, Anna Jadwin's hands moved quickly, sweeping a box of socks from the shelves.
Charles caught up to her, "Where do you live, what is your name?"
"..."
"Even if you don't tell me, I can find out."
Suddenly, Anna Jadwin got close to him, grabbed his collar with one hand, and rubbed his coat with the other—the socks quietly made their way into his pocket—
Charles Harrington never expected such a move, his spine went rigid on the spot!
Anna Jadwin's face was hidden under her mask, her eyes feline and enchanting, lips curved in a smile, "You look very dumb, I hate talking to fools the most."
"..."
"Follow me again, and your family will soon be preparing a gray funeral."
The corners of Charles Harrington's lips curled up in a smeared smile, she was audacious, and he liked that.
Anna Jadwin let go, taking big strides past the security checkpoint.
As Charles followed to exit, an alarm beeped—
