It was a warm summer evening when I decided to take a walk through the park. I had been feeling cooped up in my apartment for days and needed to clear my head. As I strolled through the lush greenery, I came across a woman sitting on a bench, staring intently at a book. I couldn't help but notice her as I walked by, her striking beauty and serene expression captivating me.

As I passed by, she looked up and caught my eye. "Excuse me," she said, "but do you have the time?" I fumbled for my phone, glancing at the clock. "It's 7:30," I replied. "Thank you," she said with a small smile.

It wasn't what the woman said to me but the way she said it which made me hesitate. There was something in her voice that was familiar, yet distant. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I found myself lingering by her side.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, unable to shake off the feeling that something was off.

She looked up at me, her eyes wide and full of emotion. "I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to trouble you. I just...I'm trying to find my way back home and I seem to have gotten lost."

I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the woman. I offered to walk her home and she gratefully accepted. As we walked through the winding streets, she told me about her journey to the city, how she had come to visit her sister but had gotten separated from her group.

As we approached her house, she turned to me and said, "Thank you for your kindness. I couldn't have found my way back without you."

As she disappeared inside, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I had just met someone important.