Sweat trickled down her forehead, and sensing that he seemed to have turned back, she straightened up and quickly ducked behind the next shelf before the store clerk and customers could notice her.
Clutching her chest and gasping for breath, she found that her glasses had fogged up and hurriedly reached into her shoulder bag for a tissue to wipe them. Unlike him, her nearsightedness was much worse, having worsened over the years of working in finance, dealing with numbers every day—both of her eyes had over four hundred degrees of nearsightedness. Without her glasses, everything was just a blur.
After carefully wiping her glasses clean and putting them on, she cautiously peered around the edge of the shelf to see that he was no longer standing there, her heart suddenly sank with a sense of loss, and a bitter smile quietly spread across her lips.
It would be better if they had no further interaction, she thought.
