Misunderstood

I remember being lost in Manhattan, I was going to my writing program and I had made a wrong turn. I was on an avenue with small expensive looking boutiques on every corner. It was cold, so I thought it'd be a good idea to walk into the store. I'd make a call and ask for directions. I walked in and before my foot even touched the red carpet (cornballs) everyone turned to look at me and quickly looked away. I froze, unsure if I should leave the store or wander around and eventually make my call. The owner, I'm not sure how I could tell, was giving me a pointed stare as I walked further into the shop. I glanced at some of the addresses and pulled out my phone. I could tell the owner was counting every second I was in the store.  I left when I got some feeling back in my fingers. She clearly didn't want me there because I didn't look like her average customers, rich, white, woman. I don't know, maybe she thought I was there to steal something. I was very awkward then when it came to situations like that.