“Of course, little lady,” he replied with a wink. He boosted her up, so she could reach the chains, and escorted her to the registers with them. He placed his own items on the counter behind hers, leaving room so the cashier could tell what belonged to which customer.<br/><br/>As he admired her from behind, he started to speak. “I’m sorry, but I don’t believe I got your na--,” he stopped short, as he glanced out the window and saw his car rolling away. He forgot to set the parking brake, and it was now moving slowly down a slight incline. “I’ll, uhh…I’ll be right back to pay for this,” he stated hurriedly to the cashier, as he rushed out to capture his run-amok vehicle. As people gawked and stared from the sidewalks, he awkwardly chased his vehicle, opened the door, jumped in on the run, and pressed his foot down on the brake, narrowly missing a passing bus.<br/><br/>He found a spot for his car, and returned to the cash out line, only to find the woman in the green dress gone already. He sighed softly, paid for his supplies, and walked slowly away, staring at the floor, when he noticed a receipt not far from where the two were standing, which he picked up, and read. It was for the chains that his new acquaintance had just purchased, and underneath the total, was the line: “Frequent Shopper – Clara K.” He raised an eyebrow, and then looked up to see if she was still around, but she was nowhere to be seen. He tucked the receipt in his pocket, and left, wondering if he’d ever see her again.