A woman brushes past you, her arms full of shopping bags, muttering something about the sales rack being a disaster.

You stop at a display of soft, cream-colored cardigans, running your fingers over the fabric. To your left, a man’s voice growls low, impatient.

He’s tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a simple black jacket and jeans. His hands are shoved in his pockets, jaw tight. For a second, he looks just as surprised as you feel.