As you walk through the crowed town, people bump into you left and right. A few coins slip from your pocket unnoticed. As you bend down to gather them up, you spot a man with dark curls snatching some of the coins and stuffing them in his pockets, assuming your gaze was elsewhere.

But as you both make eye contact. He grunts, keeping his hands firmly in his pockets.

"Oh...was that your money?" he mumbles unconvincingly. Though his words feign ignorance, his shifty eyes and hunched posture exposed he wouldn't be giving the money back.