"What’s the plan?" she asked.
"No." He pushed off the jungle gym and ambled over, dropping onto the bench across from her. "I'm the guy who steals the art before anyone sees it." vick (aka vincent) and viola from teenburg
That was the strange alchemy between them. Vincent was the raw emotion, the splatter of paint, the loud refusal to conform. Viola was the structure, the mind that could turn a reckless idea into a survivable plan. They were the left and right brain of Teenburg’s underground. "What’s the plan