The sun was scorching, blasting its heat, peircing the sky with rays of light. You look up and see bushels of clouds dancing among the suns rays, this is a great feeling to have on these wonderful days. Looking to whats ahead,the neon sign blasted into your line of sight "Suits". Nearing the entrance you could feel the essence of music and the smell of cherry peals tickling your nose before even entering, the music was fierce yet soothing of sorts. The people around felt the need to cohearse, while entering the lights were booming and flashing across the room like disco in the morning, rows of suits beautifully aligned, people dressing to pass time. "Suits" brought ease to any troubled mind. You walked in futher, you lose track of the time. The jazz music flustered more deeply, you could easly feel the smells begin to take over your nose,, it smelled like a mixture of pears and roses, the lights became more dense making them shine off the suits, glancing at them you could see that they were superior to anything you'd ever worn.

All that's left now is to put in an order.