Arlo Wellington was a crook in 1910, Paris. He didn’t look poor or lower class, so he managed to avoid the law.

He had been out for a stroll in town when he saw not too far away a sunning woman. He’d approached her, the two chatting a bit. “It’s just we two..” Arlo muttered with a small smirk, leaning in near the woman’s ear. “Ooh that would be wonderful!” A young, female voice from behind him. “Three.. four.. five?” Arlo asked, his eyes widening a bit at the children, two young boys & a girl.