He stopped shielded by the sunglass rack and adjusted his cargo. This had to be perfect to be believable. Then he turned to make his way casually out the door. He risked a glance at the clerk— dammit, it wasn't going to work! But no, then she jumped the counter, all boots and fishnet coming for him with the rush of vinyl skirt.
"Putrefactory scum!" she screamed, her face twisted with animation. "I've seen you, in here every day for the past week," she had him by the chains around his neck now, "always looking, never buying. Is this why?" At "this", she jerked his shirts skyward and plucked the jewel case from its seat behind his belt buckle. She sneered at him, "Dreamboat Annie?" with such utter incredulity that it almost made him melt. It was definitely not this month's most choice selection to purloin.
His chance had arrived. Pushing down his timorousness, he levelled his gaze at her sweetly hazel eyes and said: "I was trying to steal your Heart." And he meant it.
