Reyna woke up with the loud sound of sirens, as an ambulance passed the curb. She struggled to keep warm in her thin bedsheet.

Just like every day, the realisation of not having a warm and comfortable bed like everyone else her age made her blink tears out of her eyes. She groaned as she felt the soreness in her back from sleeping on the cold and hard cement floor and pushed herself onto her hands on the ground, trying to get up.

Fatigue took over from the day before's hard work and she gave up, instead crawling her way towards the bundle of what looked like old blankets lying a few feet away. She put her hand on top of it and shook it with all her might.

"Dez, wake up. It's morning and we're going to be kicked out if you don't get out of there soon." She said this while looking around for some signs of any incoming people. That's what she had realised in the past few years. Never let anyone know that you were a homeless fifteen (almost sixteen) year old kid who was just barely getting by. She was quite sure she wouldn't be, too, if it weren't for Desmond.

His disheveled blonde head poked from under the sheets. "Ugh, Rey, what time is it?"

He was the only person who had ever called Reyna by a nickname. Not that she knew or met many people whilst living on the streets. All she remembered about meeting Dez was that this seven-year-old blonde boy saved her from a bunch of homeless teenagers, searching for money she didn't have. She hoped that that situation would be changing today. A sudden spark of energy flew through her as she recounted the memory, and she shook Dez harder.

She said in an excited voice, "Today's the day, Dez, today! We're going to be able to afford hundreds of watches, just get up!"

He replied in a sleepy voice, "Well, hopefully we just get to eat today." Reyna rolled her eyes at that.

Dez gave up on sleep for that day in a few minutes after Reyna's continuous pestering, and slowly started to sit up. She saw him rub the sleep out of his hard grey eyes and look into her own strangely identical ones. She smiled and she was sure in that moment that he could see the storm brewing in her eyes. Her hand scoured the floor for something, which she then handed over to Dez.

"Use this", she said, handing over a hairbrush to him, looking pointedly towards his hair. He raised his eyebrow and said, "You don't look any better." She sighed and pulled back her wavy black hair into a ponytail using her only hair tie. He spoke just after a few seconds, "So, what now?"

Reyna wasn't sure how to answer that. This was the day they had been waiting and planning for months and months. Now that it was here, she was just nervous (and maybe a bit excited, she thought). She decided she couldn't let her weakness show.

She said out loud in an authoritative voice, "First, we get ready for the day."
Even though she was more than two years younger than Dez (at least, she imagined so; she wasn't really sure when her birthday was. It was Dez who suggested they celebrate her's on his little sister's, which she found strange because he didn't really like to talk about his sister. He always changed topics when they would talk about family and Reyna hardly knew much about his personal life except that he ran away when he was six. She herself didn't know who her family was since she got lost when she was just a toddler, so she didn't force him to talk about it.

Surprisingly, she was always the one to take charge. She thought that Dez rather liked to follow orders than to lead. But then, when he did pitch in ideas, they were better than anything she could come up with. She set that trail of thought aside for now and focused on getting ready.
If they continued with their current speed, they wouldn't be ready until tomorrow.

It wasn't much of a shock to Reyna when they turned out to be faster than it had seemed, and within thirty minutes, they had freshened up, gone over the plan twice, and were sitting on a public park bench. They were dressed in the only outgoing clothes they owned, Reyna with her black leggings, white tee and pale-yellow jacket, and Dez with his signature black track pants and jacket, along with a bright blue tee.
She didn't know how he'd managed to get his clothes, but she'd gotten hers from a sale a couple of years ago, when she had almost outgrown her old clothes and had come across a $50 bill.

The rest of their possessions were kept in a backpack that hung on Dez's shoulder. She thought about how they desperately needed money, and she was just glad they were finally going to go through with the scheme, hoping to change their fates forever.

Desmond grinned. "Are you ready?"

Reyna gave her usual response with a smirk on her face. "When am I ever not?"