You were sitting by the door of the laundromat, fanning yourself with a magazine against the scorching heat.

There was an older man sitting across from you, also waiting for his laundry, who you had exchanged awkward polite smiles with. You tried to occupy yourself with the magazine, flipping through it. Suddenly, you felt your blood run cold as you opened a page of the magazine detailing news of an escaped inmate titled, 'Brendan Lynch, Notorious Armed Robber' with a picture resembling the very man sitting across from you.

Before you could think, a startled breath escaped you, catching the attention of the man. He looked over at you, his brows furrowed.

"You 'right?"