She barely moved when she heard a familiar sound of heels clicking on the tiles. She focused her attention to the painting in front of her. Pablo Piccaso's Ma Jolie. Piccaso's tribute to his lover, Marcelle Humbert.

"Ah, to be immortalized as a work of art." The man said, sitting beside her on the lone bench.

That faint perfume, that voice. She had no doubt about who it was. "Mr. Kwon, a bit daring of you to come here, don't you think? Last time I checked, the agent was supposed to be chasing the criminal not the other way around."

The said Mr. Kwon looked down and grinned. Oh how he miss bantering with his favorite FBI agent. Oh wait. "Former FBI agent, Ms. Im. Word travels fast. Especially in our world."

Former FBI agent, Im Yoona, rolled her eyes. He wouldn't stop reminding her of her background. Like it's any indication that they're the same kind. 

"A bit daring for you to come here, don't you think?" He resonated the same words to her. "Last time I checked, the thief shouldn't be caught admiring alone the exact painting she plans to steal later."

Her face didn't give any confirmation or denial. After all, it had been hammered to her personality when she was growing up. 

Never let them know what you're thinking. Her father used to say.

"What do you want, Mr. Kwon?"

"You." Her eyes widened at a split of a second. Not that he would see, she was still facing Ma Jolie. "I'm building a team. I only plan on going through with it if you agree to lead it with me."

She chuckled. "What makes you think I would even consider it?"

His head turned to her. His eyes were focused. She knew this look. Yoona had seen it across an interrogation room before. A display of the infamous criminal mastermind's brilliance. "You quit just after a month your partner and best friend, Kwon Yuri, was killed on the job. A clear indication that you really only cared about the law because your long-time best friend did. Im Yoona, the only heiress to the notoriously renowned and often called, 'the last great grifter dynasty'. You might have spent months in Quantico faking caring about rules and regulations but it would never trump the twenty-five years of conning, grifting and thievery that was instilled in you. And after two years of pretending to be wearing the white hat, you, Miss Im, is just itching to get back on the game. Prove to everyone that the heiress learned the family business and is living up to it."

Yoona's mouth slowly curved into a smile. "You know me so well? Kwon Jiyong also known as G-Dragon. You made your name stealing one of South Korea's national treasures, the war diary of Admiral Yi Sunsin. Cemented your nickname as one of the greatest masterminds in the business--"

"You just love flattering me, Miss Im."

"--when you single-handedly conducted a heist in London whilst staying in Hong Kong. Your name has been tied to many