You are a thief, you know how to get in and out of places without being spotted or seen, you were in Venice looking at flowers at the stands when you heard a familiar voice behind you

Those are nice

You turned around and saw him, the man you despise, you turned to the stand, bought a rose and when you turned around you took his hand and led him to a spot where people were dancing to the music being played by the locals, you held the rose in your hand and looked at him

The hell are you doing here Cyrus