chance encounter

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I was startled, afraid that I would be mistaken for a crazy woman—even though we were just strangers, I still had to consider my image.
He probably didn't want me to feel awkward, so he turned around, put down the puppy he was holding, and pretended to be busy so he wouldn't look at me.
I put on my high heels, brushed the rainwater off my briefcase, and after making sure the documents weren't wet, I planned to call a colleague to ask someone to come pick me up.