Sighting

I was out in my blue trackie bottoms and grey hoodie, staring into the ice cream freezer, when a tall, dark-haired, handsome man caught my eye. I thought you’d gone to your car, but when I looked again (nearly taking out my shoulder on the wine shelves) there you were. We exchanged glances more than once — even when you were at the counter. I walked past your car afterwards, snacking on a couple of grapes, wondering if you thought you knew me from somewhere.