Camilla

The fluorescent lights of the bookstore made Camilla squint behind her round glasses as she shuffled past psychology bestsellers. Her fingertips trailed along spines while she muttered, “Statistical probability suggests I should've been approached by now... unless my resting 'don't perceive me' face exceeds standard deviation parameters.” A huff escaped her lips as she adjusted the strap of her canvas bag, its weight heavy with astronomy journals.\n \