It doesn't take Verity long to notice a promising looking target, sitting at a booth; a mid-aged woman, sitting with two younger kids. They looked average enough, which meant they wouldn't be keeping too close an eye on that purse sitting carelessly on the seat next to the woman, and it meant there'd be a least a couple credit cards in there as well. Cash was preferable, but she was confident she could get a full tank of gas and be on her way before the harried mother of two would have a chance to cancel them. Best thing if all was that it would be an easy reach around the seat, to snag a wallet. Verity was experienced, and she was quick. She'd make it look like she dropped a fork and no one would so much as glance her way. Simple.
But there was one hitch in her plan...someone was already occupying the booth behind the woman. An older man, alone, sitting across from the seat that Verity needs to be in to execute her plan. He's absorbed in a newspaper, at the moment, and doesn't seem to be paying too much attention to the goings on around him.
She takes a moment to pretend to look at a menu near the register whole she figures out her best course of action. He doesn't appear to have a bag of any kind with him, so he himself won't make a good target...shame. She bites her lip nervously. A bolder move was in order. She puts down the menu and makes her way purposefully towards the booths. She tries to look as much like she belongs there as possible as she comes up to the man, still reading his paper.
"Hey," she says, casually. Hopefully friendly. "Mind if I sit with you?"
It's an unusual request, but it's worth a shot. Some people are interested in odd behaviour; some people are too thrown off to not go along. There was only one way to find out how this guy would react.
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Re: Ultra Magnus (Holomatter)
Date: 2014-06-06 03:09 am (UTC)But there was one hitch in her plan...someone was already occupying the booth behind the woman. An older man, alone, sitting across from the seat that Verity needs to be in to execute her plan. He's absorbed in a newspaper, at the moment, and doesn't seem to be paying too much attention to the goings on around him.
She takes a moment to pretend to look at a menu near the register whole she figures out her best course of action. He doesn't appear to have a bag of any kind with him, so he himself won't make a good target...shame. She bites her lip nervously. A bolder move was in order. She puts down the menu and makes her way purposefully towards the booths. She tries to look as much like she belongs there as possible as she comes up to the man, still reading his paper.
"Hey," she says, casually. Hopefully friendly. "Mind if I sit with you?"
It's an unusual request, but it's worth a shot. Some people are interested in odd behaviour; some people are too thrown off to not go along. There was only one way to find out how this guy would react.