MILO
When he was about to start reading again, he noticed a girl with white hair put her hand on another girl's head, then walk away, admiring something small and shiny in her hand. Crinkling his brow, Milo shut his book and tucked it under his arm, then walked toward the girl. She looked to be a little bit older than he was. He tapped her shoulder.
"Excuse me?" Milo said, pushing his glasses farther up his nose.
JIM
Jim felt the girl's fingers slip into his pocket. He glanced at her hand as she disappeared into the crowd, chuckling when he noticed that she had fallen for his fake purse filled with fake currency. Still laughing, he stepped onto his board and weaved his way through the crowd. Glancing down at his mechanical arm, he checked the pocket watch embedded in his wrist. He was late.
When he was about to start reading again, he noticed a girl with white hair put her hand on another girl's head, then walk away, admiring something small and shiny in her hand. Crinkling his brow, Milo shut his book and tucked it under his arm, then walked toward the girl. She looked to be a little bit older than he was. He tapped her shoulder.
"Excuse me?" Milo said, pushing his glasses farther up his nose.
JIM
Jim felt the girl's fingers slip into his pocket. He glanced at her hand as she disappeared into the crowd, chuckling when he noticed that she had fallen for his fake purse filled with fake currency. Still laughing, he stepped onto his board and weaved his way through the crowd. Glancing down at his mechanical arm, he checked the pocket watch embedded in his wrist. He was late.















