With her arm in a sling and the bruise still on her cheek, Artemis hardly looked like the type of person who would be shopping in a high end jewelry store. She was, though, and she had been browsing for the better part of an hour, refusing any and all help from the clerks who kept trying to step in for the commission they would no doubt earn. She was shopping for a watch for her brother, a late birthday present, and couldn't decide between two.
Finally, one of the clerks reluctantly informed her that the mall was closing soon. Artemis let out a soft sigh, finally pointing with her good hand at the watch on the left, platinum gold. "That one," she said, watching in amusement as the clerk quickly wrapped it up for her. Money exchanged hands, and Artemis finally turned to step out of the store.
And she had wanted a pretzel before she left the mall. Darn. Now she had to make her way like all the other patrons of the mall towards the exit, carrying a ridiculously expensive watch in a not-so-inconspicuous bag. What could possibly go wrong?