There was something about rich people that made them stand out in a crowd. It wasn't only their designer's clothes, but also their pose and attitude, as if they were the most important shit around. Santi could smell one from miles away, and even though he probably should stick to whatever he’s assigned to do, no one told him he couldn't search for potential targets. "Yo, Richie Rich,” he tapped the guy’s shoulder to call his attention, looking around briefly to see if he was with someone else, but it seemed that was not the case. “You gonna stand there all night blocking my way or fucking order something?" ( @ahmvts​ )
















