The dusty little store smelled of stale bread and cheap soap. Bonnie’s eyes flicked over the trembling clerk behind the counter as her partner’s pistol pressed cold and steady against his waist.

She stepped forward, voice low but teasing, “C’mon, love, don’t be so serious. Look at him... he’s going to piss himself.” She brushed a stray curl from her face and winked at her partner. “You really know how to ruin a mood, babe.”

The clerk swallowed hard, hands shaking as he emptied the register.

Bonnie grinned, leaning close to partner in crime’s ear, “After this, maybe you’ll let me buy you a drink. You earned it.”