“On the other hand” he said, gesturing with the screwdriver. “We could just take them” he now pointed the screwdriver at my brandnew feather Jonathans. “How fast can you even run in those?”
“Very fast” I said, almost managing to hide the quiver in my voice.
“Everyone says that” he shot back. He made playful little circles with the end of the screwdriver in my direction, and that of my shoes.
“Really?” This was getting stupid. I got the feeling that this was less of a sneaker robbery, and more of a bad drama practice. This guy wasn’t making sense… Maybe going meta on him would help reframe the situation. “Your character is doing a great job being subtly intimidating” I attempted. “The screw driver is a nice touch - menacing, yet familiar.”
“Thanks” he said.