A robbery!

Behind the desk, there's a young girl with a cute brunette bob of hair. In front of the desk, there's a man with raven hair all over his face. No, wait, that's a ski mask. Why does he have a ski mask on?

The girl's hands are up either side of her head. "I-I'm sorry, they don't give us the code to the vault..."

"Well just gimme from that then!" The man gestures towards the register in front of her with the barrel of the gun in his hand. In his other hand there's a small pile of notes. WAIT, IS HE ROBBING THE BANK?? "And what do you think you're doing in a shirt like that?"

The girl pauses her nervous fishing through the register, a puzzled expression on her face. "What do you mean?"

"Grey. It's so dull! A warmer colour would make your skin glow. The least you could do is unpop the top few buttons."

You've been standing indecisively for seconds now, mortified at the obviously hardened and cruel criminal just metres in front of you. You're drawn out of this as the confused girl notices you, and looks at you in such a way that it's quite obvious she's looking at something behind the man, while she fishes through the register with one hand and undoes her top two buttons with the other.

Time slows down, as the vile criminal mastermind begins turning around. This guy has a gun! AND EVIL INTENT!