"This is a robbery," the taller one announced, voice low and threatening, as if they’d practiced it in the mirror beforehand. The clerk froze, wide-eyed. He looked like he thought he was in control of the situation.

But then there was Ari, who had walked up to the counter, oblivious—or rather, indifferent—to what was unfolding. His footsteps were soft, almost lazy. He placed his items on the counter like it was any other night.

The thugs glared at him, clearly annoyed at being ignored. "Hey, buddy, didn’t you hear? This is a robbery," He glanced at them briefly before turning his attention back to the clerk, who was too stunned to answer. "I’ll just leave the money here," he said, as he about to reach into his pocket for his wallet casually.

One of the men, the one without the gun, stepped forward, trying to grab Ari by the shoulder. Ari moved so quickly you barely saw it—a swift shift, and the thug was on the ground, clutching his wrist, confusion plastered on his face. The other man’s eyes widened, and he pointed the gun at Ari.

Ari sighed, rubbing his temples as if the whole situation was an annoyance rather than a threat. "I just wanted to buy my shit and go."

Before the man could pull the trigger, Ari stepped forward, his hand moving in a blur. The gun was yanked from the thug’s grip and dismantled in an instant, parts clattering to the floor like discarded toys. The thug stood there, dumbfounded, staring at his now-empty hands.

Ari casually tossed the broken gun parts aside. "Maybe find a different career," he suggested, his voice as calm as ever.

The men scrambled to their feet, wide-eyed and panicked, stumbling over each other as they rushed out of the store, leaving nothing but silence in their wake.

Ari turned back to the counter, taking out his wallet like it was just another night. “Think you can ring me up now?” he asked, glancing at the clerk with a calm smile before turning to you.

“Ready to go?"