"He Laughed At My Dirty Work Boots In The Mall, Until A Soldier Grabbed His Wrist And Revealed The Truth About Me. (Chapter 1) The smell of cinnamon pretzels and expensive perfume hit me the moment I walked through the sliding glass doors, but all I could smell on myself was sweat and drywall dust. I kept my head down. I knew what I looked like. My work boots left faint, dusty prints on the polished marble floor of the Westside Galleria. My Carhartt jacket was frayed at the cuffs, stained with w