The on-going scratching of heels on stone lingering around ears. Continuous remarks of beautiful clothing displayed in window upon window drizzling the spectators in awe. Handbags shuffling on arms, posed and ready of unleash the delights of labor. Women clustering around boutiques, their partners slipping off to evade the torture of being hauling in behind. Hunted by the classic line 'does my bum look big in this?'
Children weaving through the crowds, running from the boredom of shopping. Flashes of candy merged between dirtied fingers. Ice cream caked around pink chops. Worried mothers shouting desperately hoping for the reappearance of their escapes. Street urchins mumbling depressive engraved in shop crevasses for on lookers to end their suffering. Rags plummeting from bony shoulders as arms stretch out in union in hope for a measly galleon.
Descending from a yellow shop door, the wood mourning the chipped painted which had left it naked. The quirky bell sounding it's alarm as two symmetrical looking purple wedged shoes landed on the shoe patching beneath. The sudden noise exploding in her ears. While she had wondered around the somewhat unusual shop she had forgotten the sound, which blared over the town.
Hyo-rin walked through the street, looking at the animals and the funny looking witches and wizards. She felt really tired, and decided to have a rest on one of the benches. However to her utmost dismay, there was a girl, probably her age seated there already.
Hyo-rin bowed at the girl, the way the Koreans like her greeted each other, before sitting on the bench. "Hello, I'm Hyo-rin," she said with a smile.