Professional Thief

As we’re walking, I look up at him. He has a nice profile.

“So… how long have you been wandering homeless around my city?”

“Mhm, a month? More or less, I don’t know,” he shrugs as we walk. I have to keep looking up to find his eyes. Walking next to someone so handsome isn’t something that happens to me every day, “The days blur together when you’re having fun.”

“When you’re unemployed, you mean,” I murmur. Lion just shrugs again with his signature smile still on his face, “Where do you sleep?”

“Wherever I am,” he answers, making me frown, “I have a special place I go back to sometimes, I even have a neighbor I like, but I don’t always make it there. Most days, I sleep wherever I am when I get tired.”

“Alright,” I murmur, weirded out. I guess that’s something only a man can do and I will never understand it, “And you don’t have family?”

That makes Lion, for the first time, lose his stupid carefree smile, but he slightly shakes his head and forces a smile again.

“Yeah, but I don’t tal