The right place to be
“You are at the right location, miss,” the man suddenly said. “I am the owner of Mr. Rights Jewelry Store and Pawn Shop.” Sarah halted. She kind of anticipated this happening. She was unable to leave without inventing a ridiculous justification once he realized she was searching for his particular store.
Could she trust him?
“Uhh, great!”, she said hesitantly. The man said, “Please come in.” He entered after doing so. For a short while, Sarah stood in the street. Her mind raced through numerous scenarios, some of which had happy endings and others which had much darker conclusions. What ought she to do in this peculiar circumstance?