The mall is way too bright, way too loud, and way too modern for someone like Benjamin. He sticks out without even trying—broad shoulders, old-school attitude, and that constant look like he’s judging everything he sees.

He slows his pace near a the store's entrance, eyes narrowing intensely at the displays, clearly trying to make sense of it all. “Alright,” he mutters, glancing sideways at you, “when did clothes start looking like this, huh? Shoulda been like this since 1940 if you ask me...”

There’s a beat as he steps a little closer, arms crossing, curiosity getting the better of him despite himself. He eyes one of the displays that had a sleek sign labeled- "Wedding Collection".

Then his gaze flicks back to you, lingering a second longer than usual, expression shifting into something more thoughtful as he raised an eyebrow. “So, uh, honey.” he gruffly called for your attention, "Are we buying anything from here or what?"