Roxanna eyed the man in front of her, one eyebrow raised. If something was going to happen, best to diffuse it and get him out of there. She silently backed up a few steps, rolling her eyes at herself that she was really about to do this. But he was being an asshole, and there was a cinnamon roll of her own calling her name.
She retraced her steps, pretending to slip on the wet floor and grabbing his arm for support. As they went down in a tangle of limbs, she deftly extracted his wallet from his pants pocket, vanishing it into her waistband before anyone knew what happened.
"God, I'm sorry, it must be all the snow that got tracked in." She was playing the damsel in distress for all it was worth, and it was working.
"It's alright," he said, helping her to her feet and handing her back her hat, which she'd dropped. "I was just leaving anyway. Word to the wise: the customer service here leaves a lot to be desired." He threw a nasty look at Jared for leaving in a huff.
Roxanna watched him go, smirking slightly. "Yeah, and your civility leaves a lot to be desired," she muttered.