Pam was talking on the phone with her sister when a hardened palm crashed into her face. An explosion of white light was succeeded by darkness, then both phone and owner fell in different directions.
Another touch to the face, soft and gentle, brought her to. A voice laden with concern was asking if she was alright. She opened her eyes. The voice belonged to a guy in a golf shirt: he helped her up.
"What happened?" Someone asked.
"Bad boys!" Another replied.
Both phone and handbag were gone. Refusing to think about the incident, or remain there much longer, she thanked the good Samaritans and left.
Three poles later, a car pulled up beside her. It was golf shirt.
"I'd like to make sure you get home safely, if that's okay by you."
"Nah, don't worry. I am almost there."
"It is no bother. Just for my peace of mind."
She figured it was okay and got in.
That was the genesis.
A year to the date later, they were married. On their first anniversary, she found out he set up the robbery.
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