It would be. Topher could tell from the minute the automatic doors of the Colligo mall slid open. The air smelled recycled, stale and dry, as if the very odor of consumerism had permeated the oxygen. It was comforting, somehow, the whole claustrophobic scenario reminding him strangely of home. Come to think of it, a few more ergonomic chairs and the two would be practically indistinguishable.
He looked around, eyes wide like a child at Christmas time. "There," he pointed out, "are three stores on the third flood that sell lipstick. Just lipstick. And that's just on that one floor! This place," How had he never noticed this before? He could get anything he wanted here. It was like the internet, but outside! He vaguely remembered going once in high school, something about Orange Juliuses and being mocked by attractive girls, but what else is new? "This place is beautiful."