Supermarket love

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I scan the shelves one by one, fully alert of my surroundings. I hear the sudden bump of the mic, and my heart starts to race.
"Attention! Can we please get some help on register 12," a young woman says.
I sigh in relief; I continue searching the shelves, until I come upon Extra Strong Denture Cream. I check my surroundings once more and pick up 2 quantities of the cream instead of putting it in my basket I slip it in a hidden pocket in my cashmere coat. I head to the register acting casual and place my items on the conveyor belt.
"How's your day been?" the young man at the register asks
"Umm good." I reply
"That’s good." he says
There's an awkward silent, I start to tremble nervously.
"Are you alright ma'am?" he asks
"Yes I'm fine it's just a bit chilly, you know with the wind and all." I reply with a little laugh, he scans the last few items.
"That'll be $17.65 thank you." he says
I get my purse out and grab a couple of notes out and hand them over, I grab my bags and start to make my way out and as I pass the security scanners one starts to beep. I stop and start to panic the shopkeeper calls me over and says
"Don’t worry ma'am sometimes these systems are a little faulty, but just to make sure I'm going to check your bags."
I hand him my bags and he passes them through the sensor, neither of the bags beep and so he asks me to walk through the sensor. I know if I walk through I'll defiantly get caught,but I take my chances. I walk towards the sensors and instantly they beep. The shopkeeper gives me a strange look, I start to think of things I could do like maybe I should run but I'm 71 years old I know I'm not going to make it far if I run, maybe I'll make it the car park but not any further than that.

It wasn't long bef...

... middle of paper ...

... ask.
“Well I was thinking we could go around the corner at this lovely French place, you know what they say Paris the city of love.” He nudges me as he laughed at his own joke.
“Um sure.” I say stepping away awkwardly. It was about a 10 minute drive, when we got there the waiter escorted us to our table and I ordered us a glass of Pinot Noir. Graham wasn't that bad once we got to know each other we clicked instantly, we had a lot of things in common but he couldn't stop cracking his jokes but that’s what I liked about him, his sense of humor.

It was about a month later that Graham proposed to me in front of the Eiffel tower in France on our holiday, I said yes! Of course and it’s now 10 years later that Graham and I have been together, with three grand kids. We live in Paris, the city of love, and my shoplifting days are over. We’re living happily ever after.

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