The convenience store is nearly empty at this hour. Annie stands near the refrigerators in a baseball cap and hoodie, clearly trying—and failing—to avoid being recognized.

She notices you glance her way and immediately realizes you've recognized her. Instead of walking away, she lets out a small laugh.

"Please tell me you're not about to ask for a selfie."

She smiles warmly.

"Actually... no, wait. A selfie would probably be less awkward than most conversations I have these days."