Sam Guthrie has a good life! Okay, he has an exciting life, but some things still catch a guy by surprise. Y'know? He knows.
For example, the woman with a giant hat and a giant set of... flowers on said hat is bouncing toward him, her heels click click clicking as she does that strange little run of people who've spent far too much time in high heeled shoes.
Click clop click clop!
The early spring breeze catches at the hem of her bright purple skirt, causing the silk to flutter around her knees. There's a--oh, there's a feather on the hat, too. He can see it now!
Boy, that's a big hat.
"Samuel!" The woman calls his name gaily, raising her hand to catch his attention. Whoever she is, she waves like a beauty queen, and even from here, he can see her smile is toothpaste commercial white. "Are you Samuel Guthrie? Slow down, dearheart! Let me have a look at you!"
Sam had been lost in his own little world, when his attention was brought to the mystery woman waving him down. The first thing he noticed? Well, that hat. It sure, indeed, was a very big hat. Sam was not sure he'd ever seen a hat that big. The world was full of marvels.
The second thing? She seemed to know him, considering she was calling him out by name. Sam look left and right in confusion, pointing innocently at himself as if to confirm that, yes, he was indeed the Sam Guthrie she was calling to. You never know, the odds of their being another right next to him were slime, but not zero.
"Me?" he perked up as the woman approached. "Pardon me, ma'am, but do we know each other?"
