The man who comes to look at things he can't afford to buy, but dreams of owning some day. The cleaning lady who watches the trains go by and wishes just once that she could be the one to leave. The restaurant manager who insists that his employees smile every day, and always. The old man who spends his days there so that he's not alone. They are the bees in the great captialist hive of the shopping centre, a perfect world that leaves its inhabitants perfectly primed to buy.