She looked up and the men were headed out the door. Samantha followed them to Klamath Street where she watched them walk off into the distance. Noticing how late it was she decided to wait for a bus. The bus stop was a sea of broken glass glittering in the light from the street. Behind the bench she was sitting on was on old brick building with tall green grass enclosed by a fence. Leaning forward she saw the bus heading toward her. She entered and noticed that it was unusually empty. As the bus continued down Klamath she looked out the window at the dark city and wondered about the stranger. Who was he and where was he going? Stepping off the bus Samantha entered back out into the cold night. She walked the block and a half back to her apartment building and headed in for the night.
A couple of days later Samantha was leaving for a meeting with a client when she decided to stop and check her mail. As she put the key into the gray mail box she noticed there was a large envelope with unfamiliar writing. Carefully she opened it and found a black and white photograph. It was one of the photograph's by Alfred Stieglitz she had seen at the gallery a few days before. She smiled and looked down at her shoes.
The shoes came in a box via Federal Express. Samantha didn't know who they were from or how anyone would know her shoe size. She had never owned a pair of shoes like these before. The box revealed a pair of black leather Mary Janes with leapard print insoles. Taking them out of the box she smiled and anxiously tried them on. They fit! Not only did they fit, they fit perfectly!