Remy had no idea why he was in a mall except for the fact that he was bored.  And a bored Remy could sometimes be a dangerous Remy, so yeah, walking around.  Glad Sandra came with me, he thought to himself.  To be honest, he had no clue what he'd do without her some days.  Well, thankfully, he'd never have to find out.  As he walked around, he gave himself a mental shake and looked around the mall.  It's spacious at least, he thought to himself.  That type of knowledge could come in handy later.  And yes, he had started casing the place.  What could he say?  It was a habit.

He pushed these thoughts away and then continued looking around the place, taking it all in.  It really was amazing.  Then again, the way he grew up, this kind of thing would impress him. But it wasn't like he could steal a mall.  That would be cool though.  Okay he seriously needed to do something.  He was completely and utterly bored.

He had never been one for shopping.

Not to say he never enjoyed shopping; it just took a certain 'type' of shopping to grab his attention.

Victor was an easy man to please, whether it was for the essentials - such as grabbing groceries to provide his wife, Isabella, with something to cook up (which he tended on protesting, as he did enjoy the feeling of helping out around the house) or buying spare car parts for the truck they had sitting in their garage or even window-shopping pistols for the range - being that Isabella

But today, on his rare chances of his days off, Victor found himself down by the mall clothes shopping.

His second pair of jeans, having been patched up several dozen times before finally giving out. Jeans were for his days off work, they were comfortable and he hated having to part with them but, it was what it was. Victor moved around the mall, never spending too long at one shop before moving onto another. Victor was hoping to find a pair very similar (if not the same) to the ones he had before.

As he looked around, Remy caught sight of someone else in the mall. Guy looks as bored as me, he thought to himself. Which meant that he had probably gotten dragged there or was there because it had become absolutely necessary. Well, either way, he would probably appreciate a rescue of sorts.

Making a quick decision, he walked over to him.
"Hey," he greeted. "You look like how I feel---as in not wanting to be here," he said to the guy. Not that he could blame him for feeling that way. He wasn't wanting to be here either and yet, he was..for whatever reason. Then again, if he and Sandra were going to be here for a while, it would probably be best if he got to all of the businesses here...

OOC
Sorry it's short. Brain fizzled.