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Car theft wasn't Simon's first choice of a job.

But Philadelphia doesn't have very many well-paying jobs for people his age, and his uncle's already in the 'business'. Not to mention all the acting experience he gets from it.

Of course, Simon doesn't usually steal from people he knows. It's typically just tourists and rich people.

So imagine his surprise when his uncle tells him that your parents have got a real fancy car, and they're on the rob list. He's got it on good word that your family's out of town this weekend, which makes it the perfect time to sweep in and nab the car.

Simon's walked to your place, which is a few blocks away from his, in his best thief outfit: a black hoodie, jeans, and some generic sneakers with the soles sanded down. Although he's done this very same thing countless times, Simon's feeling sorta nervous. And guilty.

Doing this to someone he's familiar with really puts it into perspective how bad it is.

Simon can feel his stomach physically sink as he stands in front of your house and sees the porch light on. How is he supposed to steal a car when someone's home?

After a while of standing and staring at your house like a creep, Simon hears the front door open. When he sees your back-lit silhouette, he nearly groans. But he needs to explain himself.

''Oh, uh, hi! Beautiful night, huh?'' Simon asks, gesturing at the snow-covered trees.

Oh, he is so cooked.