I first realized something was amiss when I saw that the glass door to the freezer in the supermarket that held all the ice cream was fogged over. Then I looked up and saw her, and my glasses started fogging over too. She was a long cool woman in a black dress -- no, she couldn't have been cool, considering the way she was heating up the freezer... and me too. The copper lipstick that matched her hair is what absolutely melted me. That, and her piercing green eyes. Those emeralds that twinkled with intelligence, yet had edges sharp enough to cut glass. "Oops... I seem to have dropped my discount card," she breathed, then stooped over slowly to let the dress form-fit to her lines. My jaw dropped to the floor at that point as well, and I hoped she'd pick it up too. Then her foot jerked, and the card flew across the floor and slid underneath the freezer unit. "Oh no!" she exclaimed. "That was the only one I had. And without it, I won't be able to get all the ingredients I need." "No worries," I said, finally finding my voice and feeling adequately underdressed and underimpressive in my standard long-sleeved black shirt and dark jeans. "You can use mine." She looked up at me, those green eyes shining with hope. "You'd do that for me?" she asked. "A complete stranger?" "Sure," I replied. "I couldn't bear to see a woman -- especially one as alluring as you -- in distress. I'm pretty much done with my shopping, we can check out together." "Indeed we can," she said around a smile, showing off those pearly white teeth that gleamed more brightly than the reflection of the fluorescent lamps off the freshly-waxed floor tiles. I offered my arm and she looped hers through it, and together we walked towards the registers. After we'd paid for our goods, I walked her out to her car -- a candy-apple red Porsche convertible parked in the shade of the parking lot away from the lights. Despite the coolness of the air, she had left her car's top down. I lifted her bags into her backseat and tried desperately to think of a way to ask for her number without sounding like a total fool. She solved that problem easily by opening the door and getting into her driver's seat as I stared, hoping she wouldn't just leave me behind without a word -- and then she reached across and opened the passenger door. "Coming, stranger?" she inquired, flipping that long red hair at me and once again flashing that deadly smile. Without a word or need for any other prompting, I dropped my bags in her backseat, climbed in and shut the door. She threw the car into reverse, then slammed the stickshift into first gear and we roared off into the night.