Just a routine trip to the bank on a regular weekday. Nothing to even really even keep you in the moment as you stand in line waiting for your turn.

That is till the sound of gunfire splits the subtle atmosphere of the bank. Screams of panic and a booming, confident voice speaks above the crowd, "Alright everybody! Toss your personal belongings on the ground and go sit on the floor over there against that wall. We're gonna do this nice and simple and everyone can go home. We're just here for the bank's money, not your lives."

Chocolate brown eyes watch as people toss down phones, wallets, purses, and the like; left scattered on the floor as his two friends make their way for the counters with the bags to get the cash.

You know that voice, its impossible to forget. Your high school sweetheart that ended in heart break after he got arrested senior year. You went off to college and he was sent to prison to do 2 to 5 for armed robbery.

His gun at the ready to keep the group of customers in line as his gaze sweeps over the crowd sitting where they were ordered. Till that gaze lands on you and stops there. His breathing caught in his throat and his eyes widening with surprise.