Bags in hand, he walks through the mall in search of a very specific shop. He looks to his left, then his right, and he looks ahead to see if maybe he missed it, but there's no shop in sight. Damn, maybe he's at the wrong mall.
He slows to a stop and clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and shakes his head. "Guess I'll just tell Wes I couldn't find it here." If anything, they can probably find that limited edition elsewhere.
Still, he won't return to him empty-handed. He turns to go into another shop, but just then, the melodic keys of a piano reach his ears. YES, it's enough to stop him in his tracks and be tempted to check out who's playing. OF COURSE, he's going to take a look. A fellow musician would never just ignore.
It seems he's the only one listening and watching (but it isn't surprising, considering the time of day it is.)