Iris stalked down the little street, searching for the little sign her friend had pointed out so long ago. There were various shops studding the sides of the walk, but none drew her attention-not even the fabulously decorated Prench store, Sucre. She didn't care for sweets, well, that's a lie. Iris definitely had a sweet tooth, especially for sugar. But she wasn't looking for that now, her mind was set on one little building.
Her best friend had shown it to her a while ago, pointing it out as the Therapist's business. Iris hadn't paid attention, she wasn't one for therapy. But right now, she needed help. She hadn't dared ask Calla for help, she didn't want her friend to know. This wasn't something to share with a close friend.
She came to the end of the street, and turned around. Where is it? She asked herself angrily, plodding the way she had come again. This time she stopped in front of Sucre, turning slowly in a circle.
There! There it was! The small sign, stating the business and the name. See, I don't need directions! She laughed before trotting towards the sign and through the door. She pushed it open, stepping inside carefully. Holy bucker! She gasped silently, forcing her to walk backwards a moment. The amount of color had shocked her, Too many loud colors!!