Prowler
She:I am so happy. Back at the bakers there was an old lady who smiled at me. For no particular reason. And what a beautiful smile she had. I could have hugged her.
He: What a creepy story...
She: So you don't like it when people smile at you?
He: No, not particularly. If they do I have to start asking myself if they are serious about it. I don't like it when strangers invade my life.
She: We were strangers once, weren't we?