“Don’t worry about me. I got this.” Ryan said dismissing his friend with a careless wave of his hand. He walked over to the front doors of the building and stared upward at them. They sure were tall. The glass was shining so bright from the sunlight too. Yet, they couldn’t see inside. He assumed the doors were a two-way mirror, which was pretty impressive. If they made it out of this alive, he was certainly going to invest in two-way mirror everything.
Monica stood a couple feet behind him. Her arms were folded across her chest tightly. The wind was sending a chill down her spine, though she had a feeling the chill wasn’t just from the cold air. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
“Of course!” Ryan boasted. He put his hands on his hips and continued to stare at the doors. How was he supposed to get in, now?
“Then why are you just standing there?”
“Monica, why don’t you just stay quiet so I can think?” Ryan asked in as nice a tone as he could. “I need to concentrate. Make sure you keep a good look out.”
“A good look out?” Monica gasped. “Ryan, I don’t think this is such a good idea…”
Ryan sighed. He rolled his eyes to himself but when he turned around he had a wide grin on his face. He walked over to his friend and placed his hands gently on her shoulders. “Don’t worry, okay? We’ll be fine; I know what I’m doing.”
“You don’t seem like you do.” Monica muttered bowing her head.
Ryan’s face flat lined. “Yeah, fair enough… but it’s not like I’ve ever done this before.”
Monica looked him in the eye. “Let’s forget it. I want to go home. This was a bad idea.”
“No, the reason we’re here was because of a bad idea.” Ryan countered.
Monica’s bottom lip jetted out and began to quiver. Ryan’s eyes grew wide.
“No, no! That’s not what I meant! It was great, wonderful – fantastic even! I just meant we should have been a little more careful.” Ryan wrapped his arms around her shoulders and put her head on his shoulder. He sighed. “Why did we have to do it on a Sunday when all the stores close early?”
Monica sniffled. “Maybe we’ll just have to wait and see what happens…”
“No, we can’t do that.” Ryan said shaking his head. “We’ll both be in huge trouble and so will the…” his voice faded as he realized what he was about to say. How could he have gotten himself into such a situation?
“Maybe nothing happened?” Monica said quietly. She lifted her head to look at him and she shrugged hopeful.
“What if something did happen?” Ryan commented. He let go of Monica and walked over to the doors again. “No, I have to get in there somehow… I think Plan B only works within the first 24 hours afterward.”
“You know,”
Ryan jumped at the unfamiliar voice. He turned around and Monica was backing toward him. It was a police officer. Of course it was.
“There’s a 24-hour convenience store a couple miles down the road that carries the same stuff. If you are in trouble, I’d suggest not robbing a store to get yourself into bigger trouble.” He said. He stared Ryan and Monica down, but his expression was gentle and his tone was calm.
“Oh.” Ryan deadpanned. He let out a chuckle looking at Monica who was glaring at him. “What? This is my go-to store.”
Ryan took Monica’s hand in his and began to walk her away toward his car in the parking lot. He smiled politely at the officer as they past him. “Thank you, sir. Uh, sorry for the trouble.”
The officer cracked a smile in return. “Good luck.”
As they were power-walking away, Monica asked Ryan through gritted teeth, “How did you not see the police car on the other side of the road?”
“Me?” Ryan scoffed. “You were the lookout.”
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