Vincent's Backpack - 16

“Think about it, we will be happier with their stuff. If they knew that, they would let us keep it for sure!” Said the kid. His explanation was enough to clear Nate’s doubts. “I hadn’t thought of it like that!” He said, relieved. “‘Sides… these guys look kinda lame, anyway.” Said the kid. Nate could picture what these clueless people looked like: a guy with a fat nose and a hunched over pose, a tall girl with a ponytail and a blank expression holding two shopping bags, and a short girl with a dumb look on her face wearing a plain bowl cut and a bow. “I can imagine…” he said, amused. “Anyway, I need you to drop these crates on them so we can get away. Then we just blend into the crowd and leave!” Said the kid. “You got it boss!” Said Nate. Before he could say another sentence, Nate’s conscience acted upon him. “Nate, I can’t believe you are stealing!” said a voice from his head. A small version of Alfonzo, Nate’s idol, manifested on his shoulder like a guardian angel. “How would you feel if someone took your hat?” He asked him.