Dancing In The Grey | COMPLETED

Ivet didn’t believe in good luck or good days—some where just less bad but definitely bad, always and no one could tell her otherwise. At this very instant though she sure believed her ancestors sided with her for once, who ever they were anyway—not that she didn’t care well she didn’t but who could blame her—they did abandon her to fend for herself. Not very polite or worth enough to remember them—if she knew them. She didn’t need them anyway, never did definitely never will. Twenty one years and she was still breathing. Why was she feeling lucky because it so happened the brown wallet she work so tiresomely for had a hundred bucks—purple coloured bucks in her hold, hers. Forget about sleeping in a old dusty shack somewhere she could sleep in a motel, eat a warm meal and maybe try alcohol—the finest of course. A few wrinkles on her forehead Ivet recounted the amount just to make sure. Maybe it would decrease or be more if she counted again but nop, each time it was still a hundred. No one could blame her really, she had never held that such amount and maybe the heat was playing tricks with her head—a person could never be too certain. “f*****g 100!” Carelessly she joyfully jumped clenching the brown leather wallet. The rain might as well have fallen to drench the crops—a little joy for everyone. Her victory jump didn’t stop until she landed herself tripping a trash can over, loosing her balance as well in the process. “Are you drunk at ten in the morning girl?” Staring up at the shadow towering over her she slipped the wallet into her pocket. A wide smile she waved, “Good day officers. Drunk? Me right now? No!” she giggled continuously nodding her head. “It’s quite a good day—” The officer had already walked away before she spoke, leaving her settled on the ground with a knocked down trash can. Rude, yes very rude. Dusting her pants she tossed the wallet beside the trash can and walked away. Maybe a hundred bucks was a lot, two days worth of work, she could just go home. Where ever home was. She wanted to, definitely because luck never dared strike twice in one day but the enticing demeanor of the woman walking in her direction begged to differ. She screamed money from her entire outfit. Black six inched heels with a loosely fitting black jeans and a black coat resting above her calves. Of course she had money. She walked like she had it and it did look like she did. Fixing her dirty pants she wore her cap before walking in the direction of the woman. She definitely wasn’t supposed to make it look like it was on purpose, that would get her caught too fast. Just a fake trip and she would slip the purse out the woman’s hold then apologize—that simple. Walking closer to the lady she did just that and it was effective. “Sorry ma’am.” she apologized keeping her head down as the woman’s purse was tucked away in her sweater. Walking away she felt a firm grip on her forearm. Luck didn’t strike twice indeed. “Give it back.” the woman spoke holding her left hand out. Busted “I don’t—” Cutting herself off she stared from the woman’s grip to the woman dragging her somewhere. Worse case scenario she was sleeping in a cell today but at least it was a roof over her head. “Where are you taking me?” questioning Ivet tried freeing her arm but this woman was unreasonably strong. A few minutes later Ivet was caught between a wall and the woman in an alley way, a lone—yes very horrifying. Staring up to meet the woman’s gaze she was shocked. Maybe noticing her clothes first was a stealing habit but why did she need to notice the features of her victim. But she should have with this woman. She had fair brown hair longer than Ivet ever had past the shoulder, hazel eyes that seemed to be staring right to Ivet’s soul wanting her to confess right there. “Too many people were watching.” the woman yawned before taking a step forward. “Now my purse.” again she held out her left hand. Naturally Ivet was confident and always stood up just not right at this moment. Firstly the woman herself made her feel small, funny because Ivet was still taller then her. Secondly her gaze was intense without even trying. Third she was too stunning to be this intimidating. Taking a step back she cleared up her throat. “I—” Another step forward lead to Ivet shrinking and taking a step back, a huge one for that matter. Any confidence she gathered well that definitely run with her ability to speak. “The hard way?” the woman asked yet taking another step forward. Any more and Ivet would be as good as the wall. “It fell!” she shouted holding it out once the woman wouldn’t stop walking towards her. “Thank you!” the woman cheerfully said with a smile which Ivet found very shocking. Not the smile, well maybe but the complete change in demeanor and how her, the thief caught red handed didn’t get insulted. And She didn’t actually believe that, did she? Ivet didn’t care anyway dropping down to the ground she breathed out. Short lived relief. Turning back to Ivet the woman walked to her and Ivet shot up at an instant. “I didn’t touch it!” she swore protecting her face anticipating a slap or something. Why else would the woman want to associate with her twice if her purse was recovered. Slowly Ivet lowered her hands and confusingly stared at the woman comparing their height, with her heels off. Then she squeezed Ivet’s biceps. She did have them not as much but defined certainly from the times she actually picked up a real job at construction. The next words out the woman’s mouth left Ivet shocked and very confused; “Muscle, height, skill, you are hired.”