A/N; So since literally everyone has been asking for a sequel; I have decided to be kind and fullfil your wishes. Hope you enjoy darlings and fear not; this is not the end. 

Also I've decided to change the title to bad; girls ; since it's not a one-shot anymore.

Everything was a blurr after that night for Wendy. Getting fired, being kicked out of her appartement, having to move to her friend’s place. She could barely remember any of the things that happened. Why? Because all she could think about was the thing—the person that caused her all this trouble.

Getting the image of the beautiful thief out of her mind was just too difficult. Guess you could say that the diamond wasn’t the only thing she stole.

She would simply sit on the couch all day and replay the very few minutes they shared. And think about all the things that could have happened. And how much it frustrated her that she didn’t even know anything about her. She wondered if the thief even remembered her. Probably not. She seemed skilled in her arts, very skilled, she must have met many more securiy guards in her career. But did she try to seduce them too? She definitely succeeded with Wendy.

Her thoughts went on like this for four days. Four very, very long days. Until on the fifth, her phone rang. An unknown number. She didn’t really care about who was calling but she lazily reached out her hand and picked up.

„Who is this?“

„Hi.“

The voice shot through her like lightning and made her freeze. Was it really—

„Yes it’s me.“

It was.

Wendy took a deep breath and tried to re-focus.

„Wha—Why—“

Speaking seemed almost imposible at that moment. She’s been secretly waiting for this, but now that it was actually happening, she had no clue as to what to do, or say, or even think.

„Well, why do you think I’m calling?“

„Because you missed me?“

Really smooth, Wendy. Lame, but smooth.

„Yes, actually.“

You could hear the smile on the caller’s face.

„I wanted to know how you’re doing after you lost your job.“

„How do you know I got fired?“

„Even if I wouldn’t have read it in the company’s records, it’d still be kind of expected.“

„You went through the company’s records? Because of me?“

„I wanted to know everything about you.“

Feeling kind of touched, Wendy went on about the thing that bothered her the most.

„I still don’t know anything about you. I don’t even know your name.“

„All at the right time dear, don’t worry.“

„What does that even mean?“

„That you still owe me that drink.“

„I got fired because of you, I think that you owe me.“

The thief laughed.

„Point taken.“

There was silence for about a minute before the thief spoke again.

„Come to the Velvet Restaurant tomorrow at 2am.“

„Wait—what? Where is that?“

„It’s 4 blocks away from you.“

„How do you—whatever, I don’t wanna know.“

Short silence again.

„Why are you calling me anyway? I could report you to the police.“

„Yes, you could.“

And with that, the thief hung up.

***

After putting her phone back on the desk, Joohyun couldn’t stop grinning. She was really curious about this girl.

She closed the tab on her computer in which she was researching her in. Better save the questions for the real thing.

Even the smallest table Wendy could find was still big enough for about 6 people. And there were only two chairs next to it. She chose the one facing the entrence and sat down.

She was already late by 10 minutes, yet the person she expected to find here was nowhere to be seen.

Not even a minute after she arrived, a waiter approched her and asked whether she’ll have anything. She was just about to say no when she heard a very anticipated voice.

„Red wine, please.“

A small figure emerged from behind the waiter and waved him off before sitting down right across from Wendy.

She wasn’t quite like what she imagined. Wearing black jeans, a slightly oversized jacket with the hood on and a mouth mask, looking more like an emo teenager than a top-class criminal.

For a moment they just sat there, staring at each other without saying anything, admiring how the other looked like in daylight. The waiter came back with the wine and poured each of them a glass, but neither have touched it.

„So..“

Wendy tried to brake the ice, not very succeeding.

„So.“

The still name-less thief shot back, wearing her smirk once again.

„Will you finally tell me your name?“

„I’m a wanted criminal. You really think I can afford saying my name out loud in public?“

„Well then what are you doing here? Showing yourself like that.“

„I’m known here. This is the only restaurant that’s safe for me.“

„Oh really?“

„The owner owes me.“

Wendy thought for a moment, considering all the new information she just recieved. It wasn’t much, true, but it was more than she knew before. And then a thought occured to her. She had to hold in the grin until she spoke again.

„So in other words; we’d have to go somewhere…private, for you to tell me your name, right?“

She let herself smirk, happy to find the woman across from her reflecting her own expression. Then she finally took up her glass and drank from it, leaving on a light lipstick mark.