She reached up to tousle her fluffy brown mullet as she scanned the racks. Her fingers trailed along a line of heavy-duty flannel shirts. thick material, neutral tones, tough seams. Her kind of thing.

She tugged one from the hanger and held it up to her chest in the mirror nearby.

Jude: “Not bad.” she said, cocking her head. “Lumberjack, but make it hot.”