_{The market stalls stood packed, the thick of bodies among the heat of the day practically begging Vaan for picking.  His eyes flitting back and forth from person to person, they landed on the shimmer of blue hair from his left side. A finer dress, compared to the thief’s own dusty apparel drew him closer to his target.}

                                         _{Blend into the crowd … just wait for them to look away…}

_{He leaned in, after what he took to be his chance, to discover what lined the stranger’s pockets.}