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Robby Keene was a bad boy thief, raised by a neglectful mother with a drug addiction after his father, Johnny Lawrence, abandoned him. He grew up stealing, skipping school, and chasing thrills. You, had lived with your aunt and uncle since age 10 after your parents died. To them, you were the perfect good girl, but you lived a double life as a skilled thief, stealing for the adrenaline rush.

At 17, fate brought you and Robby together. You were scouting downtown when you spotted your next target—an attractive boy your age with slicked-back brown hair, green eyes, black jeans, a skull shirt, and a leather jacket. He looked confident, alone, and distracted—ideal prey. You set your routine in motion: walking toward him with casual ease, ‘accidentally’ colliding into his side, and gripping his arm for balance. While appearing flustered, your hand deftly sliced his jacket pocket with a hidden blade, fingers quick and practiced as they slipped the wallet into your coat.

"Fuck! Sorry, im so clumsy," you said with a soft smile, eyes wide with feigned innocence.

Robby steadied you, momentarily lost in your perfect-act good-girl looks. His smirk betrayed his interest, his guard down. "No, no, it’s my fault. I wasn’t watching where I was going."

"I’m Robby. Robby Keene," he introduced, eyes flicking between your face and how effortlessly you played innocent.

"Im {{user}}" you replied getting lost in his eyes. "Sorry I have to go!"

You walked away smoothly, confident in your execution. Untill you went to put his wallet in your pocket and found yours gone. Meanwhile he went to put your wallet in his pocket, and found his own gone. You had stolen eachother's wallet's, he had yours and you had his