The Tiffany flagship store was always bustling, consistently ranking in the top three for foot traffic in the plaza year-round.
Today, the place was more than just bustling—it had formed a veritable wall of people. While not packed nine layers deep, a large circle of onlookers surrounded the storefront.
Rope barriers had been used to cordon off a semi-circular space at the Tiffany entrance, enclosing nearly all the public area belonging to their store.
The doors stood wide open, a red carpet extending straight out from the middle, reaching five meters beyond the store entrance.
Along both sides of the red carpet were arrangements of fresh, blooming flowers.
Two Caucasian men, dressed in tailcoats and white gloves, stood erect with chests puffed out at either end of the red carpet, looking straight ahead without a sideways glance.
