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As soon as Rett stepped into Sophia's, he was blinded by color. The clashing blends of pinks, purples, and other obnoxiously bright colors gave him a headache. And the strong scents of flowers, perfume, and whatever other crap was in there wasn't helping at all. Everything in this store was so damn shiny, so girly, so...Wait, why the Hell was he even here in the first place? Or how about an even better question, why did he have to choose to shoplift in here? Because it was good resale merchandise, that's way. And though Rett never understood why, people were thrilled when they could get this over-priced crap for much cheaper when they got it through him.

He tried to blend in as much as possible, trying to look for anything worth taking that would fit into his over-sized jacket easily. Luckily, this place didn't have an security cameras. But it did have color, which caused him to stand out since he was dressed in all black clothing. Baggy, black jeans that hung halfway down his ass, a sheer, black wife beater, and an over-sized zip-up hoodie. But he felt naked without a hat, which Rett wished he would have brought. At least he could've hidden his face with it if there were any security cameras that he couldn't see.

As he walked deeper into the store, Rett grimaced at everything. Why did most chicks like this stuff so much? Couldn't they settle for calm and mellow, instead of bright and cheery? The world's not a happy place, people! His hazel eyes scanned the display racks and shelves, until he finally spotted a jewlery display. Surely, he could find a few decent items to pick-pocket here. Okay, so he looked pretty stupid and 'out there' in this place, but he had a job to do....Even if it meant breaking the law to do it.