Whenever Adrian saw her, she wore a little wool hat.
She just wandered into his café, wrapped in a winter coat and an impossibly long scarf, smiled at him, and said, “Hello, Adrian,” even though he’d never seen her before.
Sometimes it was months between visits. Sometimes hours.
Other customers liked her hat, so he ordered some for the store. They sold like water in the Sahara.
One day she came in with no hat.
“Hello,” he said.
“Do I know you?”
She picked up a hat from the table.
“This is nice.”
Adrian smiled. “Take it.”
Word Count: 97
This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and Björn Rudberg for providing the prompt photo!