Microfiction: Hustler

Her eyes wide, her lips slightly parted, she flicked her hair and giggled.

“There’s power in being underestimated,” she said sweetly, safe in the knowledge he wasn’t really listening and wouldn’t notice his wallet was gone until he went to the bar.

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