The car pulled to a halt, smart alloys by the kerb.
“Keep the engine running, we’ll be back in four minutes.”
He watched as they got out of the car, masks on, and headed across the road to the bank. Ignoring them he turned up the music, a bass riff supplemented by an orchestra.
As the lyrics in the song started his still pose ended, shoulders and torso jerking to the music, his mouth opening in a lip sync to the song thundering in his earbuds. He didn’t see or hear the anger and tension in the bank, the gunshots, the police sirens responding.
The music ended, and his still repose retuned. Just for a moment. A new track, and the car doors opening. As he started dancing in his seat to the music a shotgun was slung beside him, two large canvas bags full of money hit the back seat and the man in front pointed his finger forward.
Everything paused.
Three bank robbers looked at each other, then at their driver. “Baby? We need to go!” yelled the man in the passenger seat.
Baby looked back at the man and gurgled happily. Such nice people, strapping him into this cosy car seat and letting him listen to music. He wondered where they’d take him next.