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She rubbed her abdomen as her eyes overstayed the burger because the man's half-face was covered in a hat. A cryptic thought tacitly ordered her to grab the other burger wrapped in brown paper and sprint to the underground parking area of their building.

Suddenly, the man resigned himself to finishing that whole item up. He rubbed his fingers with tissue paper and kept his leftover burger inside the paper bag. He stood up to make a call. Ruby discerned that there was enough food inside and she looked up at the man who walked a little farther from that bench.

Ruby wanted the man to remain as it is; as she was obsessed with the insanely juicy image of that burger and had made up her mind to change its ownership status.

She cast a glance at him without actually mapping out the essential: how, where, and when ── she bound ahead as silently as she could. His back faced her and it provided her succor. Just as she sensed him returning to get what was initially his, Ruby swooped down the package and took on her heels.

"Hey! Hey! You thief!" His foot screeched at the surface.

She suppressed herself from yelling out the thrilling pleasure of getting helluva chased, for she believed she had a cutting edge over him by knowing all the zigzag routes and hideouts in that area. She leaped over the hood of a small, rusted, bared car in the alley, and snapped her head to see him struggling to get past it.

"Wait! You- I can't get past this shit-"

Ha, ha . . .

She smirked at her supremacy until she realized he had found his footing in the dark. She sped down the underground parking area, dumping the packet in the opposite direction. It was pitch dark and there were all sorts of dirty Toyotas and vans parked next to each other. She harbored some relief as she quickly hid behind a huge black pickup truck in the first row, and breathed heavily.

She constantly protruded her head for the man, planning to engage him in the burger's smell while she skipped her way out.

But he didn't come. She was now getting scared.

After ten minutes she emerged in the light, feeling tension-free. "Oh, shit. I was going to lose you, my baby." And decided to take the long way home by picking up the packet. Then she heard someone's equally tired breathing sounds; it became clearer as she stayed frozen to the spot.

"Ah, are we done with the cop and thief game? I sorta need to see ─" The man had only extended his hand when she darted forward.

He stumbled on his heels and managed to pull her hoodie with a vice clutch. In warding odd his attack, Ruby lost her balance. And just as she skidded on the greasy patch, she dug her fingers into his biceps, taking him with her.

And the man had placed his arm under her head inadvertently to avoid gifting her a concussion.

Boom.

Their soaring hot breaths fanned each other's faces once he lifted his face from her chest. Ruby was sure as hell that she had seen these black irises before. So, she removed his hat slowly.

"Are you dogging me?!"

On cue, a pair of mini headlights of a car from above the slope basked them in its warmth; the couple screwed their eyes at the beaming light.

The car honked at them again.

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Her interest in knowing him took a second place, as Ruby swiveled her head toward him, flipping her hair back angrily. "This place is damn worsening with just anyone cramming in here," she uproared, trying to undermine the cause of their meeting. She didn't want him to judge her by her drab outfit and tendency to steal things, solely because he had seen her dressed beautifully at the party earlier. "What are you doing here? You stalker."