Hold up.

She gasped when I pulled out the gun. Evidently she was not used to this kind of behaviour.

"We're a café, we don't have much money..."

I told her that's not what I wanted. She blushed and I shook my head. That's not what I wanted to steal.

"Give me all of your biscuits."

"What?"

"You heard me. The biscuits. All of them."

Seventeen boxes. I should have asked her for a coffee to go.