Willow darted into the shop never looking to see where she was going. Who'd have thought the man would chase her so far just for snatching an apple. She thought for sure his back had been turned. Then her hunger got the better of her. When he grabbed her wrist she had instinctively kicked him in the shin and took off running with her prize. Long red hair stood in stark contrast to her black clothing. Hip hugging denims, a halter top and sparkly sneakers were complemented by her one piece of jewelry she had yet to pawn. She wasn't ready to part with her belly chain that hung daintily above her rounded hips, a Celtic cross dangling just above the edge of her pants.<br/><br/>Her green eyes widened when she saw the paraphernalia on the shelves. Her face blushing almost as red as her hair. She twisted the stem of the apple she was holding nervously, ducking behind a shelf as the man ran past the store front. Willow looked at the pictures on the magazines in front of her, completely distracted her from her pursuer. Did people really do that stuff? Unconsciously she bit into the apple, moaning at her first bite of food since the morning before. She regretted stealing it, but try as she might there were just no jobs available in this town. With any luck no one would approach her with embarrassing questions.<br/>