Victim

He was good at stealing. Ideas, concepts, thoughts and dreams were his speciality. His victims never realised that they were robbed. He used to strike at random. Whenever and wherever he came across anything that will be of some value to him. Today was no different. He quite liked the idea she presented. If he acted fast he could make it his own. The only thing that held him back was that he liked her more than her  idea. He wanted her as well. He was sure that if he stole her idea then she would hate him for a lifetime. So, what was the way out, he wondered. No bright ideas came his way. "I have been stealing quite a lot these days that my brain has stopped working", he lamented. "It's better than someone stealing my idea", he consoled himself.