While hiding myself deep in my scarf and jacket, I close my shop for a break. I then walk with my hands in my pockets as I push my way through the other people. My eyes fall on the newspaper and I only read the first headline. At least as long as this is going on, business will go up - I just thought. Maybe I should create an ad and pay a little extra for it to be in addition to these articles.
I couldn’t care less about the missing people, I wasn’t scared nor felt threatened or in danger. All I cared about was that as long as people felt scared, they will buy weapons for protection and my numbers go up.
Approachable.