7 p.m., Oakridge Mall, I was the redhead walking past the sushi place on my phone, placating a client. You were the great looking guy in the black coat, 35-45 ish,carrying a bag and a shopping bag. We locked eyes, then continued past each other. We each turned around to keep watching the other. I wish I had hung up the phone and started walking your way. That was chemistry. I can't get your gaze out of my head. Please tell me what the shopping bag was and your hairstyle to verify.