Aisha sighed, rubbing the medallion absentmindedly with her thumb. She took a seat on the bench; it didn't seem like her bus was coming anytime soon. She briefly reflected on her life, wondering how things would have turned out if she had made different choices. She wasn't happy, she at least knew that. This was strange to her because she had an okay house, some good friends, and plenty of money. That was all she thought she wanted, but the stress was getting to her and she was already seeing gray hairs at 25.
Aisha stretched her arms, yawning as she stood up from the bench. She figured now was as good a time as ever to do a little shopping. Shopping tended to help her clear her head, at least for a short time anyways. Besides, it wasn't as if she had anyone waiting for her back home. She left the bus stop, walking along the sidewalk by the many shops on the main street and glancing through the windows to see if anything in particular would catch her eye. After a short time, she noticed a clothing store that seemed interesting enough with its bright colors and variety of items. Aisha wasn't looking for anything in particular, but she figured this place would have at least a couple things that would appeal to her. She noted that the sign was a little pretentious: just the word "Fashion" written in curly font with an accent above the o.
She pushed through the door and stepped inside, breathing in deeply through her nose. Every clothing store had that same smell: the smell of, well, a clothing store. Already feeling a little bit of energy returning to her, Aisha began her trek through the aisles.