As I walked through the busy market, I noticed stalls with long queues, all wanting their own perfect sausage. Opposite there were flowers as bright as a diamond, some of the shoppers seemed discombobulated with the market populus, procrastinating buying something that caught their eye, with food like a juicy pineapple, with a headstrong Togruta Padawan, explaining her fantasy to her Master who was her crush. The Rules didn't allow that, they were rules dark as moss, her and her master didn't usually follow the rules. She kind of wished that her Master would use sibilance to define her looks. As she looked into his eyes were like sparkling emeralds.