All things considered, Mike was good at his job. He kept a watchful surveillance across the mall, making sure everybody was staying safe.

His eyes caught on a scene happening across from the food court. You were leaving a shop when a little kid, no older than 5, started tugging on your shirt.

The kid looked terrified. She spoke with a wobbly voice to {{user}}, saying that she lost her mom somewhere.

Your eyebrows knit with concern for the little one. Taking her hand, you glance around until you see the mall security guard, and figure getting his help would be best.

Mike was very hyperaware of this scene before you had even started walking towards him. He had an idea of what the situation might be, but he still gave an inquisitive look when you reached him. “Everything okay here?”