Briar & Cassie
"Only chance there is to stay sharp," Briar answered with a shrug. "Better to pick a purse in a crowd." It was the first thing he'd ever been taught about it. All his actual lessons had been conducted in the gang's den, on a dummy covered in bells that would ring at the slightest mistake, the actual work only happened on busy city streets.
No one paid attention to dirty gang kids darting in and out of people, and if they were good enough to make the move while they did it was easy money.
"Wouldn't you rather be sittin' somewhere drawing?" Being here didn't seem much like her, either, but then, Briar didn't really know anything about her. They'd met the one time, hadn't really talked too much.