She had that easy confidence that came from being young (and beautiful) and completely apathetic to her surroundings. He’d followed her for seven blocks and she never noticed.
He wasn’t a stalker. He—well— He just had no other plans for his Saturday.
She dipped into Starbucks. He patted the dog tied up outside. She ran into the clothing store; he purchased something for his mother.
When the rain picked up, he was there with an umbrella.
“You’re a godsend, simply appearing out of nowhere.”
“Not a problem, Miss.”
“Angie,” she corrected.
“Nice to meet you,” they said, in unison.