Maya thanked her and headed for the exit. By the time she reached her car, she had already found a small boutique downtown that had the in stock. She didn't just need a bag; she needed the right one for her daily commute, and now she knew exactly where to track it down.

The fluorescent lights of the department store were doing nothing for Maya’s mood. She had been hunting for the perfect for weeks, but every time she checked the local shops, the shelves were picked clean of the best colors.

The assistant leaned in like she was sharing a state secret. "Honestly? If you want the full collection, go straight to the . They have every size from the 'Baby' to the 'Big' and all the limited-edition collaborations you won't find here."

"Try or Anthropologie ," the assistant suggested. "They usually stock a curated selection. Or, if you’re feeling adventurous, check out local independent boutiques and museum gift shops. They often carry the unique patterns that sell out everywhere else."

"Looking for something specific?" a shop assistant asked, noticing Maya staring wistfully at a lone, neon-orange tote.