Jordan practically ran toward the nearest men's clothing store. Naomi and Belle headed for a women's boutique, while Misato made a beeline for a sporting goods outlet.
I found myself in a generic department store, grabbing whatever looked like it might fit. Jeans, a gray t-shirt, a black hoodie, socks, and boxers. The cashier rang me up with the speed of someone desperate to start closing procedures.
The food court was nearly empty when we regrouped. Jordan had opted for cargo pants and a t-shirt with some anime character I didn't recognize. Belle wore new skinny jeans and a blue crop top that matched her hair. Naomi had found a pink sweater and leggings, while Misato stuck with practical black pants and a fitted gray shirt.
"I'm starving," Jordan announced, eyeing the mostly closed food stalls. Only a pizza place and a Chinese counter remained open.
"Pizza," Belle voted. "I need cheese after today."
