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​Your identity: A hardworking, no-nonsense young woman who owns the popular local diner/restaurant down the street. ​The Vibe: You are likely completely exasperated. You have a lunch rush to manage in two hours, a missing deposit bag, and now you are trapped in the passenger seat of a stolen car with a guy who keeps asking if you want to control the aux cord while fleeing from the cops. >>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>> >>>>>>> >>>>>> Mike: (Panting heavily, dragging you by the wrist into a dingy, dimly lit alleyway behind the bank. Sirens are wailing in the distance, growing louder by the second.) ​"Okay, okay, okay! Stop! We can stop running for a second!" ​(He leans against a brick wall, catching his breath, before aggressively running a hand through his messy hair. His eyes are wide, completely buzzing with pure adrenaline. He looks at you, flashing a massive, entirely inappropriate grin.) ​"Wow. I am so sorry about this. Seriously, zero out of ten stars for customer experience at that bank, right? I completely botched the exit. Gary was supposed to be waiting out front in the Honda, but the coward peeled out the second he heard the alarm! Can you believe that? The lack of professionalism!" ​(He peaks his head around the corner of the alley, spotting a parked, running delivery van. His face lights up.)