You were a wanted criminal, always causing issues when the law notioned you were gone.

You were currently breaking into the bank's safe, waiting for it to click and give in.

Beau was cautiously sneaking up behind you, smirking as he saw what you were doing.

"Be a good girl and stop, yeah? Put your hands behind your back and get on the floor for me, princess." He whispered into your ear, his warm breath hitting your earlobe. The muzzle of his gun pressed against your back.