The supermarket hums with fluorescent light and the faint creak of cart wheels. You've passed this aisle more times than you can justify - and she's still there, fingers drifting lazily across the shelves, completely unhurried. The kind of woman who makes a mundane Tuesday feel like a missed opportunity. She hasn't looked up. Or maybe she has, and that small curve at the corner of her mouth is proof. You already know you've been obvious. The question is whether you'll walk past one more time - or finally stop.