It was a nice kind of day really, Brandon thought to himself as he walked through the front entrance of the local mall. He was dressed in a simple wife beater, with a button up shirt over it, though the buttons themselves were undone, and in khaki colored cargo pants. It was around this time that his mother felt like hurling money in his direction, even though Brandon was perhaps old enough to not need it. Some said that his mother simply though him too dim to really hold a job but then again that was a large assumption on their part. Not letting anything ruin his good mood, Brandon would simply enjoy his day of shopping around in the nice Manhattan Mall, a place that he had heard quite a bit about.
This was also a sort of reward that Brandon was giving to himself, if only because he had decided on a class as taxing as Literature. First thing he would do was maybe get something from the food court, such as ice cream or anything wonderful like that. From what he had heard, there was some delicious stuff being sold, and his stomach agreed with the notion that food was to be obtained. With his trademark grin, Brandon would walk onward, hands dug deeply into his pockets as he barely paid any attention to the people that walked by him. Once acquiring the ice cream that he desired, which was simple vanilla, Brandon would start his spree of window shopping.
While doing so gingerly eating the frozen treat, and licking away the small amount that displaced itself on his upper lip. He would start with maybe some new shirts, a beanie or something like that, and his shoes were getting a little ratty.
This was also a sort of reward that Brandon was giving to himself, if only because he had decided on a class as taxing as Literature. First thing he would do was maybe get something from the food court, such as ice cream or anything wonderful like that. From what he had heard, there was some delicious stuff being sold, and his stomach agreed with the notion that food was to be obtained. With his trademark grin, Brandon would walk onward, hands dug deeply into his pockets as he barely paid any attention to the people that walked by him. Once acquiring the ice cream that he desired, which was simple vanilla, Brandon would start his spree of window shopping.
While doing so gingerly eating the frozen treat, and licking away the small amount that displaced itself on his upper lip. He would start with maybe some new shirts, a beanie or something like that, and his shoes were getting a little ratty.