{hand to hold} jacobe&braxton
“Well, in that case—” Jacobe attempted his refined American accent from past experience and observation, “Don’t worry about it.” He curtly returned to normal, thankful to see the line progressing forward — only about five more people until he reached the teller window. Usually, he would pursue the notion to casually introduce himself, but compared to Americans, their formalities differed in subtle but significant ways. Therefore, the brunet quietly kept to himself as he gradually lost himself in a distraction of thoughts.
Then, within a sliver of a moment, a spontaneous outburst from the front of the line resound throughout the spacious bank. Did a transaction go bad? No — it was detrimentally worse. A masculine voice aggressively commanded for the customers to fall to the ground and, quote on quote, "Stay quiet!" Jacobe blinked confusedly, wondering if this was really occurring or it was a figment of his imagination. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the latter.
Trembling legs and a quickened heart beat caused him to basically collapse onto the linoleum flooring; surprisingly enough, he managed to keep from crying out in fear for his life by curling up on the ground and keeping his head bowed low. Although he hadn’t thought about it before, he tilted his head up to glance at the young man who previously stood behind him.
Live or die.
Braxton furrowed his eyebrow as the other went cold. All he said was to not be sorry. Rolling his eyes, he focused down on his phone as the line moved forward slowly. He wanted to ask about the strong Australian accent and where it went but it was probably better not to. The other male seemed to shut him out quicker than he thought possible.
A sound rang from the front of the line. He ignored it at first, thinking it was just someone angry for not getting their money counted right. But then he heard the deep voice telling everyone to get down. His knees went out before he could register in his mind what was going on.
His heart beat faster as his body curled into itself as he tried to stay calm. His hands found their way to the back of his neck as the yelling got louder in front of them. Panic had set into his chest as his body started to shake in fear. Braxton remembered the last time he had a panic attack and it didn't help the situation. A small gasp escaped his lips as tears started to fall from his eyes. He tried to stay quiet in fear of the robber hearing him.
