The song is Evil Woman by Electric Light Orchestra
I tossed and turned for weeks, unable to get Mark out of my head. I watched his videos and noticed never once did the theft dampen his spirits. What a guy. I sighed and walked to my car. My personal car. I had to say something. I made the drive to his house and sighed. This could mean me going to fucking prison. I don't think I'm quite tough enough to handle it. I walked up the driveway and knocked on the door. When he answered he recognized me right away, and picked up the phone. "Wait." I said. He looked at me sternly. "Give me one good reason why I should." he said. "Because I have your wallet right here." I replied, handing it to him. "I could lie and say that I found it laying around on the ground or something, but I stole it. We both know it. I'm sorry. Everything but the cash is still there, but if you give me just a few hours I can bring you the cash back." He stared at me. "I try so hard to be nice and people like you make me wanna stay inside forever. I'm introverted enough as it is, why do people like you run around doing what you do?" "Because we're fucking worthless." I replied, looking away. His face softened. "You're not worthless, you're misguided." he said. "You're also beautiful. Why are you wasting your life like this, (y/n)?" "That's not my real name..." I said, telling him my real name. "I do what I do because it's highly profitable...but it's also awful and I want out. I've never given anything back that I've stolen, but you're so sweet...I couldn't...you get it." He looked at me for a long time without speaking. "I won't call the cops." he said. I was shocked. "On one condition." Oh here it comes. "You have to help me raise money for charity." I looked at him sideways. "What?" I asked. "You heard me. I raise money for charity periodically, and if you're serious about getting out of this criminal lifestyle of yours, you can get your foot in the door by helping me raise some money for charity...come back tomorrow night. I hope to see you here, but for now, kindly leave my property. We're not on good terms just yet." "I...I..." "Just come back tomorrow night. We can talk more then. Now shoo." he winked a bit as he said it. Unreal. He's not mad...he's not even fucking mad. I walked away feeling elated, but then I remembered I had just quit my job. Oh fuck. My boss might just literally kill me. I decided to go out tonight and stay far away from my boss and ignore any calls he might make to me. There's no need for us to speak right now, and if I play my cards right he'll be a piece of the past forever to me.
