The crowds would start arriving in mass to shop and eat. The shoppers would file through this little corridor to one of the department stores and he would make sure to look at every single one of them.
“But nothing ever happens in this place,” He said to himself.
He was given this post because he needed a break. The job could be stressful sometimes but he didn’t really think relocating him to people watching in the mall was necessary.
The shoppers began to show up.
The first people to walk past him were a man and his young daughter. Actually, there was a chance he was her grandfather. He had gray hair on the sides above his ears.
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