Small, deft fingers slid in and out of pockets like second nature. Imperceptible.

Nico muffled the metallic clink of coins and the rustle of notes, seating himself on the far end of the metro.

It was late — and he was young. Hungry. How was he supposed to get food without cash?

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Another three metros later, Nico decided it should be enough for a simple happy meal.

That'd last him a few days.

A sliver of gold caught his eye. A boy, probably his age, with a shiny gold ring.

It wouldn't hurt to try...