The security guard

Both of you are slow to speak. You just glare at Alex and Alex looks anywhere but at you or the security guard, shifting on his feet nervously.

"Alright then, both of you come with me."

"But my—"

"Whatever it is will have to wait. I run a zero tolerance policy on any mischief in this mall, now come."

Apprehensively, and slowly, you start following the security guard, glancing over your shoulder every two seconds, wishing Gwen would come out of the restroom and save you, but as you get farther and farther and the other mall goers block your sight, hope dies in you.

The three of you enter the security office and the guard gestures to the two seats in front of the desk as it makes his way around to the other side.

"Now, we're in my office. We can settle this now or we can move back to the cells."