I Spy With My Little Eye September 23, 2513

Matthew wanders the market aimlessly. He doesn’t truly want to spend any of his credits here. His brother has closed the shop and wandered off to celebrate. He has been given a rare free reign to wander unsupervised. He knows enough not to do anything stupid though. It isn’t his fault if a few people happen to loose their wallets in such a crowded place as the market. He was pretty good at the petty stuff. He had light nimble fingers.

Things were beginning to go more their way. Marcus had made contacts and some very lucrative sales. Life was looking up. Matthew was even able to help at times. He is much happier now that life is a little more convenient for him. Not having to actually sleep at the shop every night was a big bonus. They had enough money to set up in a very nice apartment in a very rich neighborhood. Of course it was a pain sometimes to remember he wasn’t Matthew there and to call Marcus by the proper name with the proper respect. That was the life he truly liked though, the fancy parties, the pretty women, the lap of luxury. One day he plans on making enough to set out on his own, to not have to share with his brother, depend on him, or cater to him.

Matthew is planning his future career as he wanders through the market when he sees her. She is going from shop to shop, carrying miscellaneous packages. It is nearing dark, but there is still plenty of light and there is no mistaking her wild hair. He frowns as his anger comes rushing back with the memory of what she did. How dare she, no woman had dared to disrespect him in the manner that she had. He follows behind her discreetly, as she delivers her packages to the different shops. With her last package she enters a bar, and he crosses the street to watch and wait for her exit.