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—Sir, I cannot accept the return of the garment if I damage it in this way—I said for the third time, wishing not to receive a blow from the man who had already scared several customers by his screams.

—But he has sold it to me like that! You were the one who sold it to me!.

—That is impossible. You have tried on your clothes and you have seen no defects, otherwise, you would not have taken them damaged.

—I want my refund!—He demanded hitting the counter with a fist, altering the customers behind him.

And I vacation.

—It does not correspond-

—If you won't give it to me, I'll get it!

Then I push myself. The wall behind the counter stopped my fall but not that of the products that fell in my impact. In the surprise of his action, I stood immobile, analyzing the situation while he opened the cash register.

—Can not do that!.

—And are you going to be the one to stop me?!—He took out the money he caught with one hand — They are scammers!

I didn't even bother to answer. The hand of a security guard peeked out on his shoulder, stopping his actions.

—Here, it is up to me to intervene—I speak serenely with professionalism in his eyes—I hope it is not a problem for you to return the money on your site.

—It's my money, arrest him—he yelled, leaning to one side, freeing himself from the grip and then pointing at me.

He looked at me and I felt pathetic for keeping my position between the shelves; he looked again at the subject in front of him and a slightly mocking smile appeared; I assumed maybe it was because of my idiotic face.

—Sir, I ask you to return the money and accompany me to solve the-.

—I'm not going anywhere! Take it to him!—he insisted without stopping pointing at me.

—Of course, he will come with me, but you must return the money first, we will analyze the situation calmly and if it corresponds to you, he will return your money and apologize, but I need you to calm down and do what I ask.

The subject obeyed enraptured by the security guard; he left the money in the box, giving me a murderous look. And yes, I had told the truth; I had to accompany them both to the shopping security room to clarify the situation; I knew that closing the premises momentarily one weekend would bring me problems with the boss. We spent three hours in what our testimonies were taking, watching the security cameras, and preventing the subject from jumping on my neck they transferred him to the police to take charge of him, although I did not want to file a complaint against him because of the problems it would bring me, they only denied him access to the mall.

—Don't worry, we will explain the situation to your boss, he will understand—He spoke behind me while I was dedicated to gathering the things that had fallen to put them in their place.

The mall had closed its doors by the time that scene was over; the guard had offered to escort me for my safety in case the subject returned.

—Of course...—I growled ironic at his words—I would have let the guy take the money, I would replace it from my salary—I felt stupid for not weighing it before—"Wasting time is wasting money!"—I imitated my boss with a shrill voice and he laughed.

—Spot on, Zachary, you sounded just like Mr. Gordon — his wide grin remained on his face.

—You can call me Zach, they all do...—I grabbed my backpack from a bench and walked to the door.

—It's a good name, it has strength—left the premises.

—It has what I lack—I locked the door—Thanks again for interfering.

—it's my job—I walk with me—Although it is also a pleasure that guy could have done anything crazy.

—The world is crazy ...—I was surprised to say it out loud and looked at it. His immaculate smile and his eyes were on me. For an instant I felt small —You're not crazy, are you?

—So far no one has told me that way, I guess not yet—he stopped in front of the glass door and opened it.—And you, Zach?

—Only once have they told me like this ... it was my mother—I said remembering—... but because I wanted to get a tattoo.

—And have you got a tattoo? —Inquired with a professional tone.

—No...

—So I guess you're just as sane as I am.

That made me smile.

We went out, and he walked me to my car. He talked a lot, he looked very happy with life because he never stopped smiling as he looked around the almost empty parking lot, in case that man reappeared and took some kind of revenge against me. I stopped next to the car and finally, he fell silent, I looked at him amused by his impression of the car, his smile had turned into a grimace of astonishment as he circled the car to see it better.

—It's a Cadillac...

—It doesn't seem to stick much with you...

—Doesn't black suit me?—I opened the door for him to see the black interior—It belongs to my parents, but they are on vacation and they don't trust taxis.

—Why do you work?.

—So as not to miss such exciting moments as today—I shrugged, throwing my backpack inside— Do you want to get on?.

—Ah... Ah... I have to go back there...—He pointed to the mall, not sure he wanted to decline my offer.

—Well, the next—I got in the car when I heard my phone ring—Bye-bye.

I'm going, to be honest, I hope I won't see him again, at least the minimum since it is impossible being in the same workplace, but I find it very annoying to see him so happy, maybe it is a bit of envy speaking for me, but still, I want it away. I closed the door without giving him time to say goodbye and answered my phone while starting the engine; I looked out the window again to see that the guard was already walking away.