It wasn't her intention as she walked into the shop. Xanthe had never stolen anything. In year 8 and 9, when all her mates were shoplifting, she always abstained. Not because of a puritanical sense of morality. Social responsibility was never a inspiration. Xanthe was just shit scared. Terrified of getting caught.
As she entered the age where prosecution was likely to have some dire and prolonged consequences, she found the concept of theft even more unfathomable if possible. But then she saw it and something extraordinary happened.