She'd been right.
She did run into him again.
'We must have the same shopping schedule' she mused to herself.
Exactly a week later, she found him staring in dismay at two bright pink shampoo bottles in the bathing aisle. He kept looking from one to another, his brow furrowed in confusion and his mouth pressed into a thin, agitated line.
Kagome smirked and approached quietly.
She'd vowed to be nice, but that didn't mean she couldn't have some fun.
He was still sweating over the nearly identical bottles when she made it close enough to him that she could lean up and speak low in his ear.
"Need some help?"
She leapt backwards, which was the right move, as the guy who always seemed to be at the store with her jolted in surprise, dropping both bottles and reeling backwards several steps.
He was tall, so she would no doubt have been completely trampled had she still been in his path.
She could not contain her peels of delighted laughter as he looked around to find the source of his scare, stopping short when he saw her standing just to his left.
His mouth opened and closed a few times like a fish and he scratched the back of his neck as his heart slowed back down, a small smile working its way onto his face.
"I guess I deserved that."
Kagome finally calmed her laughter and reached down to pick up on of the discarded bottles.
"No, I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist."
She handed it over and he took with a grin.
"Did you need some help? You don't really look like a 'rose hips and mango' kind of guy."
He blushed bent to pick of the other bottle.
"Yeah, I'm not. My neighbor is sick and asked me to pick up her shampoo, but she didn't tell me there were 800 different varieties of the same scent."
Kagome peeked over his arm and read the labels.
"Well, does she have dry, brittle hair? Does she dye it? Is it curly? Prone to oil build up?"
He stared blankly at her, and she could practically see the gears in his mind slowing to a stop.
"Uh... I have no idea. It's blonde but... I don't know if it grows that way."
She took a moment to scan the shelf in front of them before pulling a third bottle off.
"Here, take this one. It's pretty universal. If it's the wrong one tell her to be more specific next time."
He gave her another of his charming smiles that made his eyes glitter, and she was in exactly the right mood to admire it this time.
"Thank you. I probably would have been here all day trying to figure that out."
She winked and he blushed again.
"No problem."
She walked off to finish her shopping and didn't realize until she got home later that she hadn't asked his name.