Got to Pick a Pocket or Two (Anjali)

[Hunter and Terrence Park]

Hunter and Terry were out wandering around the town. The brothers were up to no good. Winter was over and spring was on its way. The left over snow had melted into the ground making it soft. The air slowly warming up which was making people want to be outside. Which was good for the Park twins. The more people around the easier it was to "disappear" after pick pocketing someone. The only down fall was there was more people and that increased the chances of getting caught by someone. Hunter and Terry were very picky about their target and location. They needed to decrease their chances of getting caught as much as possible.

Hunter and Terry ran across the street causing a driver to honk the horn at them. Hunter flipped the bird at the driver. They continued scoping out who would be a good target. Today they weren't having much luck. There was no one good to target. Perhaps they should change tactics and go snag something from a convince store or something.

"Hey Hunter, what about her?" Terry nodded his head in the direction of a young woman. She had chestnut brown skin tone with deep brown hair. She wasn't a very curve female but the boys liked what they saw. Without saying anything more to each other Hunter and Terry knew who their target was going to be.

Hunter chuckled his approval.

Doing a quick sweep around, no one was paying attention to the mischievous twins. They watch a jogger jog by. Hunter and Terry looked at each other with wicked smiles. Hunter and Terry walked towards her. There was a troublesome flint in their eyes.

"Hey there sweet thang." Hunter called out to her as they approached her.

"How you doin'?" Terry added.

[Anjali Kedar]

Anjali frowned as she held the phone close to her ear, wishing she had just let the call go to voicemail.  Her mother's cousin's sister-in-law's nephew had just ended a relationship and was a "suitable" match for her.  He was currently studying to get his PhD and apparently was very handsome.  Anjali was certain he wasn't nearly as handsome as her mother claimed, the word bridge troll coming to mind as she contemplated the offer.  Of course she didn't want to accept, but she knew what her mother would say when she pushed. Just one date.  What harm is one date? Meet him, maybe you'll like him.  She'd heard it before, plenty of times, and frankly she was tired of it.  Tired of the charade, tired of the disappointment it caused her mother when she inevitably didn't fall madly in love with the poor boy who was somewhat handsome, a suitable partner and even on the verge of interesting to talk to.  She would never love any of them, because they simply weren't what she was attracted to.

"I don't come home for a couple months still, he should try and find someone else." She pushed, but her mother had a rebuttal ready.  He still needed time to get over his relationship, two months was just enough time.  They'd set something up for the week of her return.  Why hadn't she seen that coming? What else was left other than to simply agree? To not would hurt her mothers feelings and inevitably cause her temper to flair.  She could say perhaps she had met someone, which wasn't entirely untrue, but going over details with her mother, especially while walking down the street in public, just wasn't an option.

"Just set it up, mom.  I should go, I'm picking up some supplies for a project."  With her mother placated, she agreed to let her youngest child go to do what she needed and offered her farewell with the promise of date details later in the week.  "Can't wait." She lied as enthusiastically as she could muster.  She sighed as she hung up, sliding the phone into her pocket. What a mess.  She should just come out of the closet and get it over with, take the risk so she wouldn't need to deal with conversations like this anymore.  Then again, her mother would probably take it as an excuse to find more boys to set her up with.  Clearly, if she wasn't interested in men it was only because she hadn't found one for her yet.  She knew her mother too well.

It was a cat call that grabbed her attention.  Two boys walking by, smiling at her as one called her sweet thang.  Really?  Did people still say junk like that?  She raised a brow at him; he must not be talking to her.  The other asked how she was doing and she actually looked over her shoulder this time to make sure the words were directed at her. "Fine, thanks." She practically grumbled, looking away quickly so as not to suggest she was interested in any more conversation with them.

Boys.