Vivian felt out of place in a crowd, but she'd learned not to show it. West Point had been instrumental in shattering limits and building up a resistance to new and sometimes entirely normal things that had made her nervous, but the fact remained that it had taught her to play a role.
This role was that of Vivian Yahni, office clerk. Good with computers and unlucky in love. She lived alone and liked her morning run.
Vivian hid a yawn behind her hand, turning into another aisle and drifting straight into another shopper.
This Vivian Yahni apologized. The real one would've shot him just for kicks.