Subtle Glances

“What’s something you can easily steal?” I asked as we stood in front of an antique store, gazing at the trinkets displayed along walls, piles on the the floor, or hung on the ceiling. 

“Are you planning on..” 

“Well— no that’s not the intention for the question.” He regains a smile. “It’s just a question out of curiosity.” I coughed out. 

“Mhm, and you ask that right after eyeing that pretty wind chimer there.” 

“That does seem misleading of me now is it.” I laughed. “But seriously, what’s something you can easily steal?” 

He looked down in deep thought, he looked charming doing that. I actually noticed something about his body language, whenever he thinks about something relating to logic and concrete thoughts, he would look down, but if he were to think deeply about his daydreams and what-not “childish” and abstract thoughts then he would look up to the sky or ceiling. 

Soon he returned his attention to the question once more. it seems that he came to a final conclusion “That.” He stated, “What? Where?” Frantically my vision searched through the streets, “No, the thing you just did.” I was confused as a little moth lost in a swarm of fireflies. “Like that glance you stole.” 

“Oh. I thought you’d say those fruits on the open stall.”

 “You’re intensely suspicious.” 

“Hahaha don't worry I never wish to steal EVER again.” He can only stare dumbfounded.