Creative Writing Workshop

Tonight I attended a monthly Creative Writing workshop. It's a blast and I'm always so impressed with the stories other writers come up with during the 10 minute writing prompt exercise we do at the beginning of our meeting.
I want to share my finished (unedited) story with you. Let's see if you can guess what we were supposed to write about.

'Do you see them,' Carrie whispers.
'Oh yeah,' I mumble, my words drowning in the rush of saliva now filling my mouth. It's the same sensation I get just before I invoke my five finger discount. First, the saliva pools in my mouth, like I'm about to take the first bite of a hot out of the oven slice of double chocolate fudge brownie with caramel. Then my hands start to twitch. With each spasm, my fingers curl and uncurl into tight balls, itching to hold my soon to be new possession. 'Make the rounds. Check to see how many employees are working,' I say to Carrie. It's hard to hide the joy in my voice, the rush of adrenaline surging through my body.
She nods and makes a quick loop around the small shop, checking all corners. She knows the routine well. My sight never leaves the case, but I feel her presence before she speaks.
'You're right. It's just the two of them.' Her breath comes faster and as one, we lean against the counter, trembling with excitement.
'May I help you?' calls the unsuspecting clerk.
This is it. I push away from the counter and smile in the direction of the approaching sales associate.
'Yes, we'd like to see some of your watches.'
'Of course. Which one?'
A small giggle slips from my lips as the glass case slides open.
'I'd like to see the one to your left,' Carrie pipes up, seeing how I'm having trouble controlling my excitement. 'Yes, that one right there,' she says as the older woman's hand hovers over the twenty-four karat, with a yellow diamond encrusted face-plate.
I feel a shudder zip through Carrie as she takes the watch from the older lady. As the clerk starts to shut the case I say, 'Wait, I'd like to see the silver one to your right please.'
'Dear, that watch is platinum,' she states matter of factually. I know, I think, almost bursting at the seams. Instead I say, 'Wow, platinum. It looks silver from here. Can I have a closer look?'
I sigh as the cool metal comes to rest in my hands. Like my sister's, this watch's face-plate is encrusted with diamonds too.
Carrie and I slip the watches on at the same time and hold them up to better examine them.
'Shoot that's my phone,' Carrie says and goes to dig in her pocketbook to retrieve it. 'Crap, this is important. Here, hold this for me,' say and pulls the watch off before dashing for the front door, yelling 'hello' over and over in the phone. 'It must be a bad reception,' she states, just as she  collides into a sunglasses tower near the entrance. 'I'm so sorry,' she squawks but doesn't stop her beeline for the door. The other associate watches in disbelief while Carrie vanish out of sight, before she bends over to fix the stand and replace the fallen sunglasses.
My heart rate quickens. Will the associate still holding the key to the glass case go help her coworker? Of course she will! I stand admiring my watch, pretending the pay the mumbling clerk who is cleaning up Carrie's mess no attention. With one last glance at me, the older clerk drops the key back in her pocket and goes to help clean up the mess.
My moment has come. The second both women are bent over, inspecting the damaged merchandise, I bolt for the exit.
I'm out the door before the women realized they've been bamboozled.
'Hey! Come back here!' screeches from behind me as I round the corner.
People walking the street jump out my way. These are times I'm glad mom made me stay in track. I slow my pace when I no longer hear the sound of highs slapping the pavement, giving me chase. Around the next corner I go. When Carrie spots me, she revs the engine of the mustang (how we got the car will have to be another story), waving me on.
We both squeal and I climb into the car. Another day of good work finished.  Between the watches we just lifted, and fur coats from the day before, it's time for us to move onto the next city. Carrie shifts the car into gear and I pull a crumpled sheet of paper from the glovebox. One more item can be check off of the Millionaire Scavenger Hunt List.