𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓:
dite was a firm believer in the idea that deep down, people were inherently good. which is why it had come as such a surprise when she’d been made aware that someone had made away with a couple of thousand pounds from her spendings account. it had taken the it-team at lvmh less than an hour to track the intruder down, and while her parents’ initial proposal had been to press charges, she’d managed to talk them into letting her speak to him first. whoever he was. o’malley, tate. the name rang absolutely no bells. perhaps unsurprisingly, she thought, lifting her hand to knock on the door ( she’d tried the doorbell, it seemed to be out of function ) of what she thought might be his address. it was a far cry from her own home, that much was sure, and dite couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty for catching him out like this when it was obvious he needed the money more than she ever did. watching the door swing open, she coughed, trying to clear her voice. “tate, right? sorry to show up uninvited, but i figured it’d be best for you and i to have a little chat.” right hand extended for him to shake. this might be her showing up to accuse him of theft, but she wasn’t entirely void of manners. “oh, i didn’t introduce myself, did i? how rude of me — aphrodite.”
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tate was smart, but not smart enough to slip past the lvmh. he was able to outsmart flimsy gang and business technology, but the lvmh had endless money and resources. he knew it was risky stealing from a girl he later found out was a balfour, but tate saw no other way out. the bills were overdue and their pantry and fridge were near empty. he didn’t like stealing, but at least it was from someone who wouldn’t miss a couple thousand. or he hoped so. when the door swung open and there stood aphrodite balfour, his heart quickened in his chest. his first instinct was to slam the door in her face, but he knew that there was a reason she was here instead of the police. he looked her over once, almost laughing at how out of place she was. she didn’t belong in this neighborhood, that was for sure. she was a blooming flower in a pile of rotting wood and ashes and he couldn’t tell if his hands were shaky because he was nervous of the outcome of their chat, or because she was pretty. “i thought you wouldn’t miss a couple thousand, considering those shoes are probably that themselves, but i guess i was mistaken.” he says casually. he shakes her hand cautiously, his jaw setting. “listen, aphrodite, some of us have to do things we aren’t proud of to survive. if you want the money back, it’s gone. sent the bills out this morning and used the rest for groceries. if you’re here to slap my hand, do it quick, because with that much wealth on you you’re fresh meat to the folks that live around here.”