It was a gentle collision. Her rounding the paperback aisle, three novels and a half priced New Year diary hugged to her chest.
Him hurrying past the magazines to the cash till; newspaper, Mars bar and obliviousness.
“It’s like in the movies” she said as they kneeled down to pick her purchases off the well walked floor.
“Which movies?” he asked.
“Gothic horror sci-fi ones”.
Then he knew.