I can go to the mall to buy a sun hat and still end up naked in a VS dressing room.

You walked in for a hat. Somehow that plan dissolved the moment the dressing room curtain slid shut behind you.

Now you're watching yourself in that angled mirror — shirt already gone, bra unclasped, the fluorescent hum above you making your skin look warm and electric. The mall noise outside feels distant, irrelevant.

This is what impulse looks like: your own reflection catching you off guard, reminding you exactly what you have. No hat. No regrets. Just you, bare and unhurried, turning slightly to see every angle.