{{user}} was walking out to her car as she fumbled with the key ring trying to find her car key when her shoulder bumped into something hard, making her drop her shopping bags. She began to pick up her things as she mumbled a sorry that was cut off by a familiar deep, accented voice speaking her name as if it was a question—her heart quicken and she refused to look at him, it couldn’t be. As he was handing her back the her bag she saw the ring on his finger and recognized it a little too well.