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“Hey, listen, don’t blame me, alright? Blame South Side community college and their shitty programs in the 80s. I did my best, but a guy can only play the cards he’s been dealt.” Mike’s laughter was his version of a thank you. “Wait, you hadn’t claimed beauty yet? And this is what you look like? Holy shit, what’s the plan here, you are gonna turn into Aphrodite now?” He tapped his temple before smiling at her, “See, I know that one. Though, I thought we were going for more of a brawns and brain kind of thing. You know, you are all pretty and smart and people think I look dangerous even though I have never won a single bar fight.”
"Okay, okay I'll be sure to write a strongly worded email about it that'll probably get moved immediately to someone's junk folder. That and maybe send you some art-related movie recs. If you really get into them and take notes, maybe you and I can finally leave this life behind for a good art heist." Elena beamed, always a sucker for compliments as she oh-so dramatically tossed her hair in response. "Yes, you caught me. This is part-time beautiful me, if I move to full-time then your eyes might literally melt out of your face if you ever look directly at me again. Safety first, Mike. Ah, you might have a point there actually, that does sound more our current brand. Don't worry though-," she placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him a faux serious look, "If you ever get into a bar fight again, I'll be there to win it for you."









