<span style="font-size: 18px">It was late in the afternoon on a spring day. The clear blue sky faded from a deep blue to purple and red before turning orange close to where the sun hovered close to the rooftops to the west. This stretched the shadows of the buildings across the street with patches of sunlight in between. The sidewalk was wide, it’s concrete slabs cracked and tilted at odd angles along the brick and glass store fronts. At regular intervals pencil thin trees grew with the new baby leafs of spring safe behind the dwarf fences that circled them. Here and there the old style store signs hung out over the street, one such was black bordered with gold and set into it center was a bright green shamrock. The bar beneath had big plate glass windows looking in on a crowded room of hardwoods and brass. Next to it was a narrow bookstore now closed for the day. In its window were hard copies of the newest best sellers. On the corner with pride of place was one of the last places around to still sell comic books and it had an arcade.<br/>
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</div>Mia adjusted the strap of her shoulder bag as she strode down the street, the heels of her low cut boots clopping along the sidewalk with each step.  The long pink locks of hair swayed with each step as it spilled down her back. The heavy knit sweater she wore hid most of her figure in contrast to the tight denim cut off shorts that drew the eye to the soft tanned curves of her long legs and hart shaped ass.<br/>
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The bell above the door heralded her arrival as pushed open the door to the shop with it’s clear high pitched note. Her hart leaped at the old space invaders cabinet standing in the corner with nostalgia. There had been one just like it at the pizza shop near her house as a little girl. Her older brother would work the joy stick as she tapped the big red button as fast as she could in a futile effort against waves of pixelated aliens. Back then the game had been an antique this was a relic. She was letting herself become distracted by memory as she gripped the joystick. Originally she had tracked this place down hoping to find a few rare comics, but there was time. She fed the coin slot two quarters and lost herself. </span>