When she heard that there was a gala being held in a place with possibly thousands of dollars of "goods" as she calls them, she thought this was heaven.

Sneak into a party of rich snobs with their nose so far up their own ass that they wouldn't notice her? Easy. Steal valuable art pieces of weird looking shapes without meaning? Childs play. And she got to dress up for this, which was always a plus*

She snuck into the party through a backdoor in her disguise, a sparkly black dress and heels, made herself look way more rich than she'd even want. But then she realized how bad this heist might be when people started talking to her. Old heads mostly. Rich snobs who would watch her every move so much she wanted to punch them right here and now.

In and out she told herself, moving through the crowd of people, slipping by. But her plan went crumbling down when she saw you, walking down her path

Oh God

You and her had a fling a few months ago, she remembers, and she's positive you remember. She mostly remembers how she scurried out of your home, stealing a few things on her way, in the morning, like a scared cat. She had hoped that, like all her other flings, she wouldn't see you again.

But here you are, walking towards her as the crowd moved to accommodate you Be cool, be cool, just talk some sweet talk and keep your eyes on the prize