The Kid

The short kid with the backwards hat glanced the store over. He took into account where the security cameras were located. He scanned over every detail of the store, making a perfect mental record of them. He took a few steps forward, trying not to look to suspicious. He knew what he had come for, and he was not going to leave without it. He walked down the electronics eisle, making an occasional glance behind him. He wanted to avoid people, cameras, and most of all, the employees on the sales floor. He reached the spot. His heart began to beat rapidly. His hand moved slowly out towards the package. He looked to the right. A man was browsing through the CD's about twenty feet away. But the man was absorbed in his browsing, and sent no attention in this direction. The short kid continued reaching for it. His index finger touched the outside of the package. His heart began racing faster. He looked around again. No one. He slid the index finger to the back of the package and pressed his thumb to the front, sliding it slowly off of the peg it rested on.
"Can I help you with anything?" The kid jerked his hand off of the package, bringing it up near his shoulders. He looked up with an expression of terrified shock. A bald man stood in a blue polo shirt; the store's uniform.
"No, just looking. Thank you. I think I found what I'm looking for." The kid sputtered out. He looked away and turned his body away from the bald man. The man casually walked further down the eisle and began shuffling some items a few feet from where the kid was standing. 'Great,' he thought, 'This is going to take forever.' The kid turned a corner and looked at the computer cables that were on display. A few minutes later, he turned the corner. The man had moved on and the eisle was vacant once again. The kid was going to move quickly now. He took several quick glances, slid the package off of the peg and bent down. He slid the package into his jacket pocket and tried to look as if he was viewing the products on the bottom shelf. With the package safely tucked in his jacket, he walked to the front of the store. The bald man smiled and pointed to him. His heart stood still. His face filled with panic, and blushed red. He thought about running, but his legs froze. His heart raced. He took several slow steps towards the door. The bald man looked at him. Their eyes tangled into an awkward gaze. Fear overtook the kid. "Have a nice day!" the bald man said, and the kid stepped out the door.