The rain was starting to pick up as I juggled my grocery bags, trying to keep my scarf from flying away. It was one of those evenings where the cold just clung to your skin, and I couldn’t wait to get home. I was halfway across the parking lot when I heard a voice behind me.
“Hey, sweetheart, you dropped your wallet!”
I stopped and turned around. A man was sitting on the curb near the grocery store entrance. He held my wallet in one hand, waving it slightly. My heart did a little flip.
“Oh my gosh, thank you so much!” I said, hurrying back to him. I must’ve dropped it when I was loading up the bags.
“Don’t mention it,” he said, handing it over. His voice was gruff but kind.
