A man in a blue suit approached quickly.
Silver hair.
Composed expression.
Authority in every step.
He stopped beside the father.
The saleswoman straightened instantly, her posture snapping into something rigid.
The atmosphere shifted.
The little girl turned, curious, clutching her plush toy closer.
The man in the suit lowered his head slightly.
Respectful.
Careful.
“Sorry, sir…”
A pause stretched across the room.
“…they don’t know who you really are.”
The saleswoman froze.
Her expression cracked, just slightly — but enough.
The father blinked, clearly caught off guard.
The little girl looked between them, trying to understand something that didn’t make sense.
