Felicity had never stolen anything in her life. She never had to, luckily, as she has lived a pretty pampered life in her 22 years. Her position at the hotel was one of the first real responsibilities she had ever had. She like being a yoga instructor because yoga came easily to her and she didn’t have to put much effort into it. She liked that it was always a variation of the same. City didn’t like the unpredictable or unknown. Maybe that was why she found it hard to speak to others sometimes. She didn’t know what they might say or what they would think about her. And at that moment, Felicity wasn’t at her best. She snuck into one of the maids closets to steal some pillows, because she needed more support for her knees when went to bed. She could have asked one of the maids about the pillows, but she was nervous to. She grabbed what she needed from the closet before slowly backing her way out of the door and turning around. When she turned, she saw a figure standing there. Felicity startled because she was surprised and also because she was scared of how the person would react. “I - um, need these,” she stuttered nervously.
