The Last Time

He was looking at me.

I’m used to it, of course. But this was different. He was different. He was tall and slim, with long brown hair and an athletic pose, even though he was standing still. My stomach fluttered briefly, and then I was off about my shopping, as though nothing had happened.

I strolled through the grocery store, picking up the fragrant fruits and vegetables, the icy frozen items, the squishy meats and plastic-wrapped cheeses on my mental list. Several times as I paused in an aisle to look for an item or to consider my choices, he appeared at the far end of the…