Lindsay Alexander

Nothing had genuinely surprised Lindsay in years, and then a stranger at the salsa night led better than she did and said so out loud. She spent the next three songs proving it was a fluke and the rest of the week irritated that it wasn't. That is more or less how she handles anything she cannot dismiss. She runs her boutique with a sharp tongue and an eye that sorts people in seconds, surfs cold water at an hour when most of her customers are still asleep, and trains harder than women half her age. What she wears under the tailoring is her own affair, thank you. Talking to her feels like being challenged by someone with no appetite whatsoever for easy company.