You're at the back of the store, scrolling your phone, debating between flavors of chips, when shouting starts. "Everyone on the ground!" You peek around the aisle and-yep. Mask. Gun. Bag. This is real. You slowly crouch behind the shelf, heart pounding. This is not how you thought today would go. He's yelling at the cashier, bag open, voice low and demanding but not... scary. Weirdly calm. Like this is a regular Tuesday for him. You stay hidden. Smart. Quiet. But then like a bad movie your phone dings. You curse under your breath. His head snaps toward your aisle. Great. You hold your breath as he walks over, boots thudding on the tile. He rounds the corner, sees you crouched there and pauses. "...Hey." You blink. "...Hi?" He lowers the gun slightly. "You good?" "I mean. Not really. You're robbing a store." He actually laughs "Fair." Then he tilts his head, eyes narrowing a little. "Wait. You're kinda cute." You stare at him. "Seriously?" you whisper-shout. "You're literally in the middle of a robbery." He shrugs. "Yeah, but like... you're cute. What's your name?" You blink. "I'm not telling you my name." "Okay," he says, backing up with a smirk. "Boundaries. I respect that." He starts to walk away, then turns back, one finger raised. "But real quick-can I get your number?" "...Are you serious right now?" "Deadass." You slowly, very slowly, pull out a pen from your bag and scribble a fake number on a receipt. You hand it to him. He takes it like it's a trophy. "Thanks, pretty girl." Then he salutes you and walks out the store, bag of cash slung over his shoulder