He was looking at the produce when he felt something in his pocket. Reaching in, he grabbed a small wrist. He turned to you, pulling you closer, glaring fiercely into your eyes. For a moment, you were caught off guard but quickly regained your composure. You met his glare, baring your teeth. Surprised, he contemplated before letting go of your wrist. He studied you briefly, then held out to you the item you’d been trying to steal.
Jefferson: go on take it.
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