I drove downtown today, nothing unusual, just the same, old routine. I needed a break from the book I was writing and, also, because I seemed to be suffering from a severe case of writer's block. I was leaving the grocery store with my usual dinner for one and that is when I saw her. She was tall, but not too tall, long, dark hair and she had the most intriguing green eyes. Her eyes are what got to me, they almost seemed haunted. She hardly paid any attention to me, but I noticed her right away. She was walking quickly toward the automated door, hands stuffed into her coat and her chin was tucked into the high collar of the coat, protecting the lower half of her face her from the cold, northerly wind that came in ahead of the brewing snowstorm. She passed right by me, close enough so that I caught the sweet smell of her perfume. I walked slowly back to my car, glancing backward to watch her pass through the doors. I wasn't paying attention in front of me and I walked right into an elderly woman. It was Mrs Franklin, an eighty year old woman that lived four houses down from mine. Mrs. Franklin was the type of person you tried to avoid, ducking around corners so she wouldn't see you, if she did, you would spend the next half hour listening to her about her current health crisis. Apparently, today was my lucky day. Mrs. Franklin's wrinkled, old face broke out into a yellowed-toothed grin. She peered up at me, over the top of her glasses that sat on the bridge of her nose. She began with the usual greeting and then began her twenty minute spiel of the mysterious stomach problems she had been experiencing for the last two weeks, but I really wasn't listening, I was watching the automated doors open and close for the various people that passed through them. Some I knew, some I didn't. Mrs. Franklin didn't seem to notice my distraction as she rattled on and on about her stomach issues and besides my occasional nod, I didn't really acknowledge her at all. Finally, there she was. The automated door slide open as she hurried through, back out into the cold air. She had her cell phone to her ear and her bag of groceries swinging from her hand. It appeared she was arguing with someone on the other end of the phone. I was intrigued by her, more than I have been in anyone, as of late. I watched her climb into a small, compact car, where she sat for a few moments, while she finished her conversation with the person on the other end of the phone. I abruptly cut Mrs Franklin off from her tangent, mumbling something about having to get back to my book and hurried to my car, watching the small car slowly back out of its space and drive around to the exit of the parking lot. I opened the door of my truck and heaved the bag of groceries onto the passenger side and climbed in. The engine roared to life as I turned the key and quickly backed out of my space, still watching the small car that sat in the exit of the parking lot waiting for the opportunity to pull out onto the road. I got right behind her as she pulled out into the road. I followed behind her as if I was just another ordinary person, going along my merry way. She drove down Main Street and turned left onto Willow Lane, where she sped up a little. I stayed behind her, but at some distance, no sense in spooking her. She drove for about two miles before pulling into a maple lined drive way. I drove past, trying to keep a steady speed as I drove by. I wondered if it was her house as I drove down the road a ways, trying to give her enough time to get inside so she wouldn't see me drive back by. I slowed a little as I passed back by the house and saw that the lights coming on in the small house. I thought of her eyes as I drove back to my house and as I turned my key in the door, the first few snow flakes began to fall. I put my bag of groceries on the counter and stared out my kitchen window as the snowfall began to grow heavier and steadier, thinking of the girl with the green eyes.