The Saturday morning air is crisp and biting, but inside the crowded shopping center, it’s all bright lights, holiday music, and the overpowering scent of roasted nuts and cinnamon.
Locke walking through a packed mall in late December is an absolute sight to behold. He’s dressed in a black sweater, dark jeans, and his heavy leather jacket, towering head and shoulders over ninety percent of the shoppers.
People instinctively part like the Red Sea as we walk hand-in-hand down the decorated concourse. Everyone is giving his massive frame a wide berth while he casually holds my small shopping bag in his other giant hand.
I tug on his arm, leaning into his side, my face flushed warm from the indoor heat. "You know, if you stop scowling at the mall Santa, people might stop looking at you lik
