I wore my heavy winter coat and kept my head down, pretending to read a promotional brochure.

Lauren, the front teller, stood at the marble counter, biting her lower lip as she typed a long string of numbers into her terminal.

She kept glancing nervously at the security guard near the vault.

The heavy glass front doors slid open at nine-fifteen.

Gregory walked in wearing a tailored navy suit and polished leather shoes.

Dustin trailed a few steps behind him in torn jeans and a vintage rock band T-shirt.

Dustin jingled the loose keys in his pocket and looked completely bored with the morning errand.