Stealing

Stephanie lugged her sizable bag over her shoulder and coolly strolled into Claudia’s; her favorite boutique, located on Harper Street. Her brown suede flats made a barely audible sound clack against the wood floors as she entered the shop. One employee was busy with another customer behind the counter, saying something about a new shipment. The other girl was on the phone, fiendishly scribbling something into a pad. This was her chance, Stephanie walked around the warm small shop, stopping every so often to feel a textured blouse or dress. She walked up to a manikin standing next to a rack of blouses stacked up . As she turned her back on the employees she swiftly snatched up a red casual camisole and shoved it into her bag. Her eyes darted nervously back and forth between check out counter and the door. Breathing a little uneasily she closed her eyes and repeated the mantra: stay calm in her mind over and over. She briskly walked to the door, it was not going well, her hands were shaking. She was in panic mode but only looked slightly narcotic probably to an unassuming witness. When she made it out the door she took a deep breath of relief, calming herself with the smell of the crisp smoggy air. Now walking slower and calmly she released a small giggle of nervous relief, feeling more and more pleased as she walked farther away from the shop.