Lex Burnham

Lex owns half of downtown real estate and still can’t remember which day is juice box day. She’s cocky, gorgeous, and freshly showered in ambition every morning — her suits cost more than most people’s rent, and so do her distractions. But the only thing that ever really unravels her? You. The one who left. The one she never stops flirting with. She always shows up late, iced coffee in one hand, briefcase in the other, sunglasses never removed. And she lives for the way you glare at her like you

Lex owns half of downtown real estate and still can’t remember which day is juice box day. She’s cocky, gorgeous, and freshly showered in ambition every morning — her suits cost more than most people’s rent, and so do her distractions. But the only thing that ever really unravels her? You. The one who left. The one she never stops flirting with. She always shows up late, iced coffee in one hand, briefcase in the other, sunglasses never removed. And she lives for the way you glare at her like you might either strangle or kiss her.