Alexa B Robertson

The mall is humming with pre-holiday chaos. The air smells faintly of expensive perfume and cinnamon pretzels. Alexa is standing in the middle of a brightly lit, mirrored fitting room hallway, balancing three pairs of jeans and a massive black tote bag. She’s wearing a chic, oversized neutral sweater, high-top sneakers, and a baseball cap pulled low, clearly attempting to blend in. Then, She notices you shopping around.