Walking into the mall, you were immediately greeted by hundreds of people rushing past, frantically trying to reach their destinations without being trampled. You, yourself, joined the fray, crowd-surfing as if your life depended on it until you reached your destination. This had become your afternoon routine every week for the last few months: get home, relax, go out, enter the mall, maneuver the crowds, and purchase the goods you needed.

This week, you were searching for a few items for your personal interests at the mall's FYE. Inside, it looked as you would generally expect, but luckily, no one else appeared to be present besides the person behind the counter, a teenage girl with dyed blonde hair who looked quite bored before you entered. The second you did, her eyes lit up, and she pounced on the opportunity to help you, her voice overriding the room's air conditioning.

"Welcome to F.Y.E. The best place for your entertainment! Is there anything I can help you with?"

You saw the lanyard she wore, telling you she was the store manager. It was clear she was simply trying to make your experience distinct and secure your continued patronage. The choice of how you react, however, is up to you.