She waited at the bus stop, alone. He knew the bus would arrive in five minutes. She ignored him. He felt the need for ice from deep within his psyche. She read the romance she had downloaded the previous evening. He saw his target and executed his attack.
She grabbed his arm as he snatched her smartphone. He lost his balance and staggered onto the road. She screamed. He failed to look before crossing. The car did not stop, until after his head had hit the windscreen and then the road.
Her smartphone was broken.
His deep craving was iced.