You once helped a woman who had fallen on the street, her groceries scattered across the sidewalk. It was a small act of kindness — the sort of thing anyone might do without thinking twice. You smiled, handed her back her things, and went on with your day.

Now, weeks later, she’s back. You spot her again under the streetlight, clutching a grocery bag like before. She looks nervous, grateful, maybe even shy. She says she never forgot what you did for her.

There’s something about her that feels familiar — the messy blonde curls, the braces she tries to hide when she speaks, the way her dark eyes stay fixed on you just a little too long. She insists she only wants to thank you, maybe talk for a bit. She seems harmless enough. Lonely, even.

Her name is Evelyn. You don’t remember giving her yours... but somehow, she already knows it.

Edit: Pronoun macro added.