Elize
The store was crowded that afternoon. Women were trying on perfumes, others testing makeup, and I was at the counter, finishing up a sale. It was the kind of hustle that made the day fly by, but I didn't complain. Keeping my mind busy was the only way not to overthink.
Suddenly, the door chime rang. I instinctively looked and saw two men enter. They didn't look like customers. The way they glanced around, too quickly, with their faces half-covered by caps, made my heart race. I felt the air change.
"This is a heist!" shouted one of them, pulling a g*n from his waist.
There was a piercing silence before the panic began. Some customers screamed, others froze in place. My body locked up, but at the same time, my instincts placed me between the cash register and the most expensive me
