"And we got... 2.4 pounds. Will that be all for you today, Ms. Crump?" said the grinning Butcher.
"Yes, that'll be quite alright, thank you," Helen assented. Just as she lifted the little sack of ground beef off the scale, Sheriff Andy Taylor came through the door, and the two bumped right into each other.
"Oh, I'm sorry, sir," Helen apologized.
"No, the fault was mine, miss," said Andy in return, and while brushing her off, realized who she was. "Well... h-howdy, Helen."
"Andy." They shared a weak and awkward smile.
"F-fancy bumping into you here!" They chuckled lightly and looked away from each other temporarily. "Is that heavy?" Andy asked.
"No, it's quite—"
"L-let me get it for you. Here, I'll walk you and your... hamburger home." Helen laughed.
"Alright, why not?"
The two walked home leisurely, Andy holding Helen's hamburger all the way. They came upon her house.
"Well, here we are," said Andy.
"Here we are, indeed," affirmed Helen. They stood there, neither one wanting to leave. "Look, Andy-"
"Helen-"
"Oh, you can go-"
"You go first-" They smiled at each other.
"Helen, I'm really... I'm just sorry. I shouldn't'a come down so hard on you."
"Andy, it was all my fault. I-"
"It was not your fault in the least. Look, why don't we have a cup of coffee later or something?" Helen smiled at this.
"I'd like that very much."
"That's good." Andy watched Helen go up to her porch, and waved to her as she went through her door. Andy sighed and took to the road back home.