Case the Joint

She paced nervously back and forth. Soon he would come in and send her into the room alone. She didn't like that thought. She knew she would be too obvious, knew they'd spot her in an instant and escort her off the premisis. She supposed they wouldn't be able to arrest her, though. Well, maybe for loitering.

The doorknob turned and he walked into the room. He was tall and slim and walked with purpose and confidence. No one would ever question why he was in a place - he always looked like he was on important business. Too important to be disturbed with silly questions. Why couldn't she do that? She stopped pacing and began to twiddle her thumbs instead.

"Ready?" he asked.
"Not really," she replied.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't think I can do this. I'm not you."
"Relax. It won't be hard. You walk in with the deposit, and while you're in line you just look around and take note of where the cameras are. And where the guard stands." He put his hands on her shoulders. "You'll do fine."

She took a deep breath. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
"Ok."
"Ok?"
"Yup. I'm ready. Let's go case this joint."
"You've been watching too many cops and robbers movies," he laughed. She felt better. She took the deposit out of his hand and walked towards the door.