I went shopping at the Darth Maul. Everything was half off.

You spot the redhead the moment your eyes land on the screen, and the joke writes itself — everything is, in fact, half off.

You take in the pale skin, the scattered freckles, the way the remaining fabric clings like it lost an argument. You feel your attention sharpen, moving slowly, deliberately, the way you do when something is worth the time.

You already know you're staying on this page longer than you planned. You lean in, and the details keep rewarding you for it.