Sighting

I’m the little woman with the pixie haircut that you were standing behind, waiting to buy a lottery ticket.  You wished me good luck!  I smiled.  And then we ran into each other more than once in the store.  You joked that we were dancing.  When I left, I felt like I would have liked to have had a conversation and a laugh with you.  Kind of wished we continued the dance in the parking lot…