freddie held her whole world in his hands. her future fate, her current persona, even the strong possibility of prison time, it was all going to be decided by him. she had spent days debating on if she should just cut her loses and run. start all over again, somewhere she hadn’t already played the conwoman game. maybe vegas, or san francisco. she’d already run her gambit in miami and los angeles, now new york was about to be blown, too. that was what made her so angry, though! she thought she finally got it right. if freddie hadn’t walked into the diner, she’d still be on fuckin’ easy street. rich people were generally stupid and if he hadn’t caught her, she’d probably get a few more months out of her current con before her so-called friends realized she never paid for anything, or they noticed their credit cards missing. mattie was a woman that planned for every contingency, thought of every outcome before she made any move, and yet she hadn’t considered the fact that any of her friends would ever come into a dingy diner. her place of employment just seemed too… low class for any of them. not for freddie, though, evidently. she waited for him to say anything, then matilde balked at the question. she supposed it was a fair one, and she wasn’t exactly in a position to be offended. in rare form, she answered honestly. “no, not from you.” from the rest of their friends, though? she did it often and without remorse. “i never really had the opportunity, and we weren’t that close. it’s easier to steal from people who think you’re best friends.” mattie swallowed dryly, blinking rapidly. the truth always made her feel nauseous, but so did lying. “would it make a difference to you if i had?”
