Rachel Carmen walked into the small high end luxury boutique looking terrifically out of place. Stephanie, the sales woman, thought she looked like she belonged in Malibu, not Boston. She didn’t know that Rachel had aspired to either be in Malibu, or look like she belonged in Malibu, every since she was a small girl playing with stick thin dolls in Malibu dreamhouses. Now that she was a grown woman of 24 (31!) She knew Malibu was for cheap trash who couldn’t fly international.
Still, Stephanie knew that this glamorously out of place woman had the potential to clear her entire sales goal for the day, if she could just make her feel like she needed a new leather bag.