Leo didn't know why, but when his eyes caught sight of something shiny in the brown-haired man's pocket, his hands began to itch as if possessed by a curse. He was already in the dead meat position, where death was only a matter of time.
Who knew when this man would suddenly turn back and expose his hiding spot? Yet his hand… his ungrateful, treacherous hand trembled forward toward the pocket, drawn to the glimmer as though it would never find peace until it touched that forbidden prize.
And… whether he liked it or not, when the chance of escape finally came, he risked it. A desperate, reckless move. His trembling fingers slipped inside the pocket, heart hammering like a war drum, and just as he tugged at it, the world tilted. He got slammed down, the phone loosened from the pocket, and in that single breath of chaos—he took it.
He actually took it!!
Seriously… that was so messed up.
