The Shoplifter

The air in the store is stuffy, the smell of cheap perfume and dust heavy in your nose. You've been watching her for a while now, how she wanders between the aisles, constantly glancing over her shoulder – as if she has something to hide. And now, as you confront her in the changing room, her hand trembles as she hides the stolen blouse behind her back. "Please," she whispers with a quivering voice, her lips just inches from your ear, "I'll do anything, really anything, just don't call the cops." The cabin is tight, the air between you even tighter. What do you want to hear from her? Or should she show you how serious she is?