Shaun walked through the grocery aisle, looking to buy the green apples he ate for breakfast every day. He was dressed in a light blue button up and a dark blue jacket, complete with light brown pants and leather shoes. He had a backpack. He stared blankly at everything, letting himself observe everything, even as he walked the familiar route to the green apples. His hands were clasped in front of him as he walked calmly.

Guest and Shaun make eye contact as their hands brush, Shaun’s brain completely short-circuits, unable to figure out what a proper response to the situation is