At the Mall
The mall pulsed with life, people moving in and out like a constant wave. Outside, a few girls snapped selfies and photos, their laughter blending with the chatter of the city. Children held tightly to their parents' hands, skipping and smiling, their energy spilling into the streets.
Smoke spiraled from Eric's cigarette as he flicked the ash and said, "Jack, let's go shopping."
The automatic doors swished open, welcoming them into the massive interior. The air was cool, scented faintly of polished floors and fresh pastries. The mall stretched wide, divided into sections—provisions, electronics, clothing—crowds rolling trollies, browsing shelves, exchanging words and laughter.
Jack's eyes scanned the space. "Go to that section. I'll take the other way."
Eric nodded. "Fine. I trust you know what you need."
