Maggie Lawrence had a very subtle attractiveness. It was blatantly obvious when you met her, her pert body, her voluminous curves, her beautiful hair and pretty face, her stylish fashion. But for some reason you never quite notice her in a crowd, you are only struck with awe when she decides to take interest in you. You find yourself overcome with amazement as she giggles and flirts, trying to figure out what exactly you did to attract her attention, praising your good fortune at having such a marvelous creature notice you. That is...until she leaves and you find your wallet is missing.
“Why hello, Alehando!” Maggie exclaimed, sitting next to him.
“Oh hey. Trawling for mall trash, are we?”
“Could say the same to you,” she said while scanning the passing crowd. “No, I’m just hear to buy some new clothes, getting a little bored of these.”
“So you’ve owned them for a whole 16 hours then, huh?”
“17, actually, it’s awful” she giggled.
“Who’d you swipe the card from? Another charming Italian?”
“They’re not always Italian, Alehandro. As much you’d like them to be.”
“Just proud of my heritage, is all. We can be quite sexy.”
“Who is this ‘we’ you’re talking about?” Maggie joked, making quotation marks with her fingers.
“Did you want something, or just sit down to pick on me?”
“Oh, you know the answer. What are you up to this evening?”
“Why? You inviting me out tonight? Going to show me the ropes?” Alan said, a bit too eagerly.
“Please, like you could even get into the clubs I go to. Just curious what a fellow compatriot is up to.”
“Sorry, but if you want to spy on Reggie, you can do it your damn self.”
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