<span style="color: #00FF00">After ten minutes of trying to figure out what was written on part of the list, something along the lines of hamburger helper she assumed, and looked up to see which aisle she needed. She hated the fact that she did the manâ€™s grocery shopping, but she shrugged to herself, knowing there were much worse jobs, and it was better to have one than not. She turned the corner and ran right into someone. Stepping back she looked him up and down, a scowl on her face. He was much taller than her, built the only way military men are. She took in a lot in those few seconds, the precision of his hair and clothes and how even the items in his basket were organized. â€œApologies, wasnâ€™t paying attention,â€ he said, nodding his head. With that he walked away, and her eyes followed him. Nice ass, she thought to herself, and then shook her head. She had a job to do, and no Army man with a nice ass was ever going to distract her again. â€œBeen there, done that,â€ she mumbled to herself as she walked down the aisle to find what she was looking for.</span>