[center][h3][color=yellow]A Café, then Later a Bank[/color][/h3][/center]
A piano was slowly playing from hidden speakers around the café. The symphony started playing as well, bringing it from piano to fortissimo while Vince sat at the table, studying the people across from him. Vince was wearing a white T-shirt, and blue jeans, nice casual attire to go with the glasses he had on. They had a small HUD displayed on them. It told him the time, weather, and had some reminders that he would find useful later. As his parent's profession afforded them a lot of money he had the latest Tinkerfab. The girl next to him was a petite redhead, who was admittedly a bit busty, and a bit older then Vince. He had already forgotten his date's name. A 'friend' from school was across the table with a blonde girl as his partner.

The café itself was bustling with waiters and waitresses entering and leaving small doors at the back that led to the kitchen. A tea was placed in front of Vince, and though he just ignored it, he thanked the waitress. He didn't enjoy the atmosphere as much as most people might. It had almost a snobby air to it, as if hinting that all the occupants should be honored to even be allowed to occupy the spaces they did.

The date wasn't his idea, and his date wasn't his idea of cute. He sighed as he stared out the window, his table mate's idle chatter being drowned out by his own thoughts. [i][color=5db0ee]I have thirty-five minutes to walk home, leaving ten minutes to study for my Calculus exam. After that I will have to do my homework, and complete it within an hour, otherwise I'll be unable to sleep for ten-[/color][/i] 

[b][color=#ffafc7]"Vince! Are you ignoring Samantha? She tried to ask you a question,"[/color][/b] The girl across the table asked him, the other half of the double date he was 'engaged' in. The remark took a few seconds to process, and he shook his head dully. 

[color=5db0ee][b]"No, no, sorry. I was thinking about something else, and just. . . Sorry. What did you want to know Samantha?"[/b][/color] Vince asked, clearly interested again. Maybe she had said something intriguing, instead of what seemed to be her favorite hobby; Twirling her hair around her finger, and spouting vapid nonsense.

[color=ff88ac][b]You do work in the ghettos a lot, don't you? Like. . . Community service?"[/b][/color] Samantha asked, her hair still wrapped around her finger.

[color=5db0ee][b]"Yeah, I-"[/b][/color]

[color=#ffafc7][b]"Damn right he does! I saw Vince in the south side of town the other day."[/b][/color] The girl started snickering, and whispered to the table, [color=#ffafc7][b]"He has plenty of projects in the projects,"[/b][/color] The table burst out in laughter, excluding Vince of course. His date slowly recovered and turned to Vince, flushed from laughing.

[color=#ff88ac][b]"I was also wondering how you got that black line on your arm-"[/b][/color]

[color=5db0ee][b]"Long story. Look I got to go,"[/b][/color] He suddenly stood up, looking annoyed. She swung and she missed. Vince walked out of the café, rubbing his temples with the sort of look that told people not to get to close. He looked off into the sky, getting caught up in his thoughts again before his phone rang. Vince pulled the phone slowly out of his pocket, looking at the caller ID before answering. PRT was displayed on the clear piece of glass that made up his smartphone, and Vince had to catch himself before he sighed at the nuisance.

He put the phone to his ear, and the call automatically answered, the sound switching to his earpiece. An automated message alerted him to the bank robbery in progress, and announced that there was currently one identified threat. Vince scrolled through his phone, before putting on some relaxing music. He chose Beethoven's 3rd symphony in E flat major.

With a bit of hesitation Vince started jogging towards the bank in question, ignoring the automated message alerting him he could get a ride if he needed transportation to the scene. He wasn't fit like some of his colleagues, but he had been working on that. Squeezing running sessions into his schedule, and this allowed him to jog all the way to the bank in five minutes. He was just out of breath and he took a moment to regain it.

After a minute Vince approached the scene, scanning the front of the bank for any suspicious faces, but instead he saw only fear and confusion. He glanced over the bank, noting that it was devoid of color. Chroma had arrived already it seemed. He sighed and walked to the front of the bank, entering quietly. Vince's eyes appraised the crowd methodically, looking for anyone who didn't look like they belonged. He did see a young woman who looked particularly focused, and generally confident. That was unusual. . . Vince approached the woman, pausing his music as he did. He put his hand on her shoulder, and once she turned around, studied her for a second.

[color=5db0ee][b]"Excuse me, but you do realize a bank robbery is going on? Shouldn't you be evacuating, or ya know. . . Be scared?"[/b][/color] Vince said slowly, as if pondering the effect every word would have on her. His emotions were lacking in truth, and she would surely see that. He didn't feel anything particularly strongly, and what he did feel was a mix of apathy, and careful concern.