Nathan had learned to use his skills to get back at life for screwing him over. He believed in taking from the rich to give to the poor. He would never steal from someone who needed their money. But at his high end bar, he learned that most people leading drink were either already filthy rich, or spending their parents money, snobs.

his pick-pocketing skills were impressive. He knew that. He was quick on his feet, magic hands and was charming. Not exactly what you’d expect. That’s why he’s so good at it.

Nate was closing after another long night, he was wiping some the bar when he heard a knocking at the door which was now locked. Has been since 3 am.

“We’re closed.” He calls, not even glancing over.

“Please, I just need a minute.” The voice sounded familiar. Nate looked over and was surprised to see a customer from tonight. She was a young lady who had a bracelet work more than his entire wages for the next six months. She was quiet, and Nate used his ‘may i light your cigarette with my broken lighter?’ Trick and managed to take the bracelet without her noticing.

he hesitates but walks over and unlocks the door, pushing it open.

“Can I help you, miss?” He smiles, charming and innocent.

the girl had tears in her eyes, her dress wasn’t as neat as it was before, as if she’d been searching for something.

“S-Sorry, I,” She runs a hand through her hair, anxious “I-I think I lost my bracelet in here. Could I check? Just-just a minute, please.”

Nate would usually play dumb and tell the lady to leave, but maybe he read her wrong. Rich girls with daddy’s money don’t cry over a lost bracelet. They just buy another one, probably double the price.

“Sure,” Nate steps aside, curiosity getting the better of him. “you can look until I lock up.”

he watches as the girl goes to where she was sitting just hours ago. She was actually…pretty upset, emotional. Nate felt guilty…