Four lines of prose about: partners.
We picked a ridiculous amount of tomatoes (cherry, roma, and beefsteak) this morning. Hopefully it all sells at the market tomorrow morning!
It should be a fairly busy one, as the Ironman competition is this Sunday and it starts in Penticton. I hope those crazy people and their friends/family/fans are hungry.
I keep my gun leveled at the teller's head as he stuffs my bag full of cash and glance over at my partner. She's standing by the door, holding her gun loosely at her side, keeping an eye out for the cops outside and any potential trouble makers inside.
In her tight black dress and three inch heels she looks even more stunning than she did the day we first met, five long years ago.
It's almost enough to make me feel guilty about the double cross I'm about to pull... almost, but not quite.