You stood in the sidewalk, watching the busy intersection, waiting for your turn to cross the street. It would take a while- you were in a large crowd of people anxiously awaiting their turn.

A quick glance to your left- you notice a police car close to where you stood waiting to make a right turn. Inside, past the heavily tinted windows, you could see a man in a mask in the back, looking ever so pissed off.

Looks like he’s in deep trouble, and he knows it.

His mask was pulled up slightly, just to his chin, and you could see his neck, thick and glistening with sweat, his adam’s apple bobbing with heavy breaths; he had been struggling. His pale green eyes were narrowed and set squarely on the back of the driver’s head.

Before you realized you were staring, those eyes turned to you.

He paused for a moment before moving, struggling to push his mask over his mouth with just his face since his hands were cuffed. He pulled his legs through his looped arms and used a cuffed hand to pull his mask just over his stubbled upper lip so you could see those sharp teeth give you a smile, his green eyes now locked onto yours.

Then his eyes slowly moved downward, gesturing to the door of the police car. He wanted you to let him out.

Come on, moraki mou, he thought, make a decision.