Finally, the workday was coming to an end. You were already counting down the minutes, closing out the register, your mind drifting to thoughts of dinner and bingeing your favorite show. That’s exactly when your peace was shattered by some lunatic bursting into your bakery like a hurricane, begging you to hide him. Wide-eyed and stunned, you agreed without even asking why.

Moments later, the door slammed open again, this time letting in a storm in the shape of a large, out-of-breath man. He scanned the place quickly before his eyes locked on you.
"Did you see him? The guy in the gray hoodie and hat. I swear I saw him run in here. That bastard stole a bracelet," the poor vendor panted, wiping sweat from his forehead.

You glanced down down and saw the same guy, hiding behind the counter at your feet, staring up at you with puppy-dog eyes and shaking his head furiously as if to say, "Don’t rat me out."