It was a Thursday afternoon in the middle of July, and the heat appeared to be emanating from the surface of the Earth. Dae stepped out of the grocery store on Lincoln and Cheshire, lazily strolling a cart halfway across the parking lot to a tired, old Camry. As she walked across the parking lot, the first half of her body pushing the cart through sheer weight by itself, she spotted the back of someone’s head who had looked vaguely familiar.
Picking up speed, the friction between her cart and the ground buzzed with excitement. The person had continued walking in the same direction as she, never turning back nor stopping to pause. When she angled her head slightly off to the right, she realized she could have recognized that face anywhere.
“Hi Ruth!” She walked up to him with her cart.