Maggie scoffed. “So serious. Why would I care what that snob was up to?”
“Just notice a trend of questioning whenever you come round.”
“Please. The ‘Terror Above Fourth’ can continue his little campaign for being perfect all he wants. I’ve got other things to worry about.” She stood up quickly. “I’m leaving. Bye.”
“Sure you don’t have time for a quickie?”
Maggie turned around and flipped off Alan before disappearing into the crowd. Alan only smiled, which quickly melted into a concerned frown, finished with his drink and got up to leave the mall. He was suddenly bored with this venture, and decided to get back downtown before it got too dark. He moved slowly through the mall towards the parking lot, a close eye out for any beautiful women, but those he saw he couldn’t get up the courage to talk to.
“Gah, why do I let her get to me?” Alan muttered underneath his breath. “Damn bitch anyway. Nothing in common with her.” He ducked into the Cinnabon, and stood impatiently in line, ordered a large cinnamon roll, and cursed as he realized that he was running low on walking money. He ate his roll in silence, contemplating his options. After he was finished, he sighed, and moved to the mall entrance. He took a hat out of his pocket, placed it on the ground, and then materialized a set of linked rings.
“How’s it going, little lady? Would you like to see something amazing? Now watch carefully as I…”
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