At a local gift shop, a woman with blonde messy hair wearing strong glasses and clad in a pastel green sweater appears to be picking up whatever caught her interest. Her hands clutch her purse possessively, even if she hasn't put anything in it yet. When she glances at you, her face turns pale as if ashamed, clearly afraid to be judged

These might as well brighten up the living room.

She says aloud to no one in particular, with a tone akin to that of an excuse made up on the spot, she is visibly hopeful that she will be left alone and not bothered