Horizon One. It sounded like the name of a cantina. Also a starship. It was neither. The shopping mall on Coruscant hummed and buzzed as vibrant as a lightsaber, a comparison that Vayla regretted as soon as it entered her head. She had had enough of lightsabers, hand dances and old robes for one day and decided she would waste this one by going on a shopping spree.
As predicted, she had not actually bought anything in the past hour or two, and that absence of time was exactly what she had been hoping for. Losing herself in the moment, letting the goings-on of the galaxy go on without her for just one day, reducing the universe to a single building of five storeys and many stories more. It did yet all seem a tad too ostentatious for one Pantoran as she passed by a shop selling glitzy clothing that she would never wear. How could anyone? Look at that dress! Why’s it sparkling like it’s covered in stars!? She sighed at the folly, content with the tan leather jacket she wore and the black pants and boots beneath. Not much need for much else.
Opposite that shop was a shop filled with the latest comlinks on the market. Her own did everything she needed it to. Did she actually need an update to that Coconut 12S? In between both shops was a kiosk possessed by a Zeltron smiling at every passerby while waving one of her many colorful necklaces. Vayla smiled but ambled along. It looked pretty but not practical. Might strangle me in combat.
What drew her eye was the food court. All this browsing and wandering, leisurely though it was, caused her stomach to growl. It didn’t help that every other shopper was waltzing while munching on a pretzel or ice cream or donut if they weren’t also sipping on coffee. So Vayla toured that food court with a passion, spotting signs for noodles, burgers, pizza, yogurt, vegetables and an interior cafe beside them. She went for the noodles.
“Hello!” Vayla greeted the clerk across the counter.
“Welcome to Noodle’s Noogles, er, Noggle’s Noozled, eh, welcome to Noogle’s Noodles, miss!” The young Zabrak male blinked in mild embarrassment. “What’ll you have?”
“Hmm, let’s see...I’ll have the...um...is that...yeah I’ll, hm, no no wait...lemme uhhhhh….OH I’ll definitely have the...hmm…”
The clerk frowned. Vayla was suddenly in danger of stepping out of line, quite literally. What in seven stars do I actually want?
@Sreeya