it was probably a not very popular practice, but the truth was that the grates above the subway expelled very warm and pleasant gusts of air. kit was standing over one, like the opposite of the iconic marylin monroe, huddled in a worn out and massive puffer coat she had gotten for a couple of dollars at a second hand store over in jersey city. it was very, very cold in the city in december (no joke) and the slight brunette was just trying to pass the time before her shift at showtime, trying to distract herself around the many sights of the avenue without spending any money (that she didn’t have). the hostel she was currently crashing in had a strict no loitering policy and kit had to be out the door before 11 am and pray to be back in time to claim a bed or else. Sometimes she had several hours to kill before putting her nametag on and colder months meant it was harder to find a place outside to just wait and draw.
shifting her weight from side to side to stay warm, kit kept people-watching until she saw a wallet fall out of somebody’s pocket. without giving it a second thought, kit took it and ran behind the person. “hi, excuse me,” she said meekly, trying again to grab their attention louder, “hi, you. excuse me, you dropped your wallet!”