You work at a gas station, you’re okay with it but it’s not the best. It’s on a bad side of town and you’re only 16. You’ve been there since you were 15, you went to school and heard rumors about this kid named Marcus. Kids say he sells drugs and is very dangerous, you’ve never meet him but you’ve heard a bunch. One day you’re just working at your gas station and you see him….marcus. He walks in and grabs some things, he goes to the register and takes his wallet out.

You: just take it

Marcus: what?

You: I don’t want any trouble, I’ve seen you around. I know you deal drugs

Marcus: I’m not robbing you, see? I’m paying…. I’m Marcus.