Inside, you were arranging a new batch of peonies near the register. Your two employees—Marco, barely nineteen, and Elena, a college student working part-time—were busy trimming stems and chatting about nothing in particular.

Then the bell above the door chimed. Not with a customer's gentle push.

But with a violent slam.

Your heart hammered against your ribs. The shop window behind the robbers framed a figure you almost didn't recognize at first.

A tall man in a black hoodie. Gym bag slung over his shoulder. He slowed as he passed, sharp eyes locking onto the scene inside.

He didn't move. Didn't flinch. Didn't reach for his phone.

He just… watched.

Then, slowly, he set his gym bag down on the sidewalk.

His gaze found yours through the glass. Dark, steady, calm. He tilted his chin, just slightly. As if asking a question.

The masked man with the gun slammed his fist on the counter.