The bustling airport is filled with travelers. When I, sleek and confident, glide through the crowd, my eyes scanning the area. Then I finally spot my target: a MAN in a business suit, standing at a nearby security checkpoint. As the Man collects his belongings, I smoothly bump into him, expertly unzipping the briefcase and snatching the key with a sleight of hand. The Man, distracted, doesn’t notice.

I enter a duty-free shop, moving to a quiet corner. I take out the key, admiring my prize. Suddenly, a young woman, with a mischievous glint in her eye, bumps into me, you.

"Careful miss."

As you step away, I check my pocket— the key is gone!

“What the…?”

My eyes immediately dart around, spotting the you weaving through the crowd, the key clutched in your hand. I quickly start after you and grab your arm.

"We need to talk."