<span style="color: #8080FF">The pale woman stilled at his words. <span style="font-style: italic">He could tell...</span> Lasy grit her teeth trying her best not to show any emotion towards his words. Maybe she was over thinking it. It has happened before... Then she thought about his words. <span style="font-style: italic">"Is anything really normal."</span> He had a point, and the irony struck her funny bone. A soft chuckle irrupted from the woman as she smirked.</span>"Yeah, I guess you're right... Good way to side step my question though, true none the less."<br/><br/><span style="color: #8080FF">The laughter faded as soon as it arrived, and Lacy became serious once again. She really didn't expect his reaction to her admission to thievery. She expected him to tear her down like most people usually would, or like he said, turn her in to the authorities. Pursing her lips lightly, Lacy folded her arms. She felt and looked uncomfortable, and a tad bit confused. Then his next question really took Lacy by surprise. Her previously averted eyes shot up towards the stranger. And then there was <span style="font-style: italic">that</span> word... <span style="font-style: italic">Alone</span>.</span>"I am not alone... I choose to be away from everyone else!"<span style="color: #8080FF">At the last of her sentence the woman looked away. Denial and avoidance were her specialties but of course Lacy wouldn't admit it.<br/><br/>Arms folded, Lacy noticed there was a void where the stack of cash once was.</span>"Where is my money?"<span style="color: #8080FF">Lacy whispered to herself, now frantically patting her sides down. Then patting the sole of her shoe on the ground hoping to find the stack. With a jolt, she stood up straight, her eyes glowing slightly as the full force of a vision struck her. The man from the shop was jogging down the sidewalk looking for his thief. Feeling the stack of cash under her food finally, Lacy kicked it to the side of the alleyway between a pile of garbage bags.</span><br/><br/>"Hey you two! Did you see anyone runnin' past here?!"<span style="color: #8080FF">The middle aged shop keep called out to them. There was a raspiness to his voice, probably from the many cigars Lacy had seen him smoke throughout the day.</span>"Heeey... I know you. You're that little shit that hangs outside my shop all the time."<br/><br/><span style="color: #8080FF">Just as the man was about to grab the woman's arm, Lacy hurried towards the stranger and reached for where she thought his arm was. Finding it, she linked her arm with his.</span>"The hell is wrong with you? Haven't you seen a kind gentelman helping a blind girl to her nest destination?"