Evan

The mall buzzed with noise—music, chatter, the hum of people moving from store to store. Evan had wandered across the hall, distracted by something in a shop window, leaving {user} waiting just inside a small clothing store. They absentmindedly flipped through hangers, half-watching Evan through the glass. He looked focused, a little excited even, and it made them smile. “Looking for anything special?” The voice was too close. {user} turned. The clerk leaned against a display, smiling in a way that didn’t feel right. His eyes lingered too long. “Just browsing,” {user} said, shifting slightly. “I could help you find something,” he said, stepping closer. “Something that suits you.” {user} gave a polite, tight smile, edging away. “I’m okay.” But he didn’t move. “You here alone?” Befo