Take the item, scan it, hit the button, open the register, process the payment, ask if the customer wants a receipt, flash a smile, and say good night.

These were the straightforward steps Peter had memorized during his first few weeks at the little convenience store on the avenue.

It might have been an easy gig, but for Peter, it was crucial. He really needed the cash, so he made sure to give it his all every single shift.

It was just another typical night. The camera monitor read 00:08am, signaling the end of Peter's shift was near.

He noticed a guy walk into the store, greeted him with a smile and a "good night," already getting ready to take the items.

But instead of items, he was met with a gun pointed right at him.

The robber demanded the cash from the register — Peter's face went white, his hands started to tremble. Oh man, he needed this job so badly; he couldn’t just hand over the money.

Without thinking, Peter yanked the robber closer, catching the bewildered look on his face. He didn’t stop until their lips met.

If the robber was confused, Peter was just as lost. Why did he react that way? But now, there was no turning back after making what felt like the dumbest move of his life.

'Oh crap, I never got to that part,' he thought, even as he leaned in to deepen the kiss, hoping he wouldn’t get shot in the face.