"......"
Mia stood still in a shocked stupor as the man damn near ran away with a renewed, excitable and bouncy air to his stride.
What the hell did she sign up for?
'What the actual hell was that? Why did I just say yes?' Mia asked herself. When did she just accept date requests? Oh god, what was she getting herself into? Then something popped up in her head.
'Wait.... When am I supposed to meet him? He didn't say anything about the time.'
Great. What the hell was this? And she wasn't going to chase after him. This wasn't some romantic comedy movie. Her life wasn't some chapter out of a romance novel.
Maybe he'd forget about it? No, that was stupid as hell. How would he forget his own date?
Ack! No! Don't say that. It wasn't a date. But didn't he say that? Mia whimpered to herself under her hood as she walked down the bike path. Damnit. She knew that she'd regret letting the man walk with her.
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Hours later, night had settled. Mia had stayed home after leaving the park, wallowing in her desicion. Even after hours of thought, she still couldn't figure out the reasoning behind accepting his request. She sat down while eating her bowl of noodles, contemplating why her brain even considered going out with someone as the likes of that man.
He annoyed her with his cheerful and positive nature, and his smile was as if there was nothing wrong with the world. She snorted. She was thinking on the situation for far too long. She had to go out and distract herself before she made herself grow anxious.
Putting her bowl down, Mia got on her feet and refreshed herself. Grabbing her bag, she went back outside and began walking to the inner streets of town. She remembered that had some scouting to do - hopefully the possibility of a little confiscation would distract her from her..... social predicament.
She walked towards the part of town that housed those in the upper middle class. They owned rather nice things, and she needed to restock her inventory for her trinket shop.
She didn't know which house would be a good target, but all she wanted the inhabitants to be asleep. She didn't care how long she had to wait - the later in the night it was, the better chance there was for her to catch them unawares, and she could do her business undisturbed.
She didn't know how long it was before she spied an apartment complex. Smaller space, but not necessarily less stuff. She nodded, deciding that it was best for her to do a small job here. The other buildings would make it easier to hide and get away from whoever would be willing to chase her.
With this in mind, Mia made her way to the gated community. When she got within the gates, the hooded woman then proceeded to scout the windows of the homes to see who was awake and who would be asleep. While there were a lot of pros to trying a thieving job in an apartment complex, there were it's cons as well. Smaller spaces meant a higher chance of messing up and bumping into something.
There was also the chance of her entering an establishment that might've had people who were awake. It was because of these reasons, among more, that she decided to scout those who were alone. Those who were alone at the moment, or, more preferably, those that lived by themselves.
Passing by a building, Mia caught the sight of a home that was what she called 'blacked-out' - when the whole home was dark. The presented window was dark. Titling her head, Mia traced the window to the most probable door parallel to its window. Walking around, she slowly and quietly walked up the steps and put her ears onto the door.
She couldn't hear anything. That could've meant several things. But she decided to take the chance that the household was asleep. After nearly five minutes, Mia managed to open the door, and slowly entered the apartment. She took a listen to her surroundings as she quietly closed it shut.
...
Silence. So the inhabitants here were asleep. Mia took a sniff of the air and immediately scrunched up her face. Alcohol. So someone here drank. She never liked the stuff. There as also another scent that caught Mia off guard. She couldn't place it, but it smelled very familiar. She shrugged it off, and put herself to the task at hand. Finding valuable stuff.