"Robbery! Someone go after them!"

The police tried, but couldn't catch the two teenagers as they raced out of the store.

"You know, someday we're gonna have to catch those brats; they've stolen over $500 dollars' worth of stuff already!"

The manager sighed and shook his head.

"Ha! This is what, the thirteenth time we've done this?" the boy exclaimed, slowing to a stop and panting from running so long. "You'd think they'd be a bit warier by now!"

The girl laughed and took off her hood, revealing a messy head of blonde hair. The boy smirked, leaving the girl confused.

"What, Neal?"

Neal just shook his head, his gaze never leaving the blonde's face. "Oh, nothing Emma, just admiring how pretty you are."

Emma blushed and smiled, hiding her face behind her hair. "You're making me blush!"

A cold wind blew under the bridge the teens lived under, and Emma shivered. Neal opened up his coat so she could snuggle into it, and she did, sighing contentedly at the warmth.

"Someday, darling, we'll be able to get out of New York. We'll find a place where we can be warm and fed all the time. I promise."

Emma hummed a bit, nuzzling her face into Neal's chest. "Even if we don't though, I'll always be happy as long as I have you."