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Tristan saw her and was instantly transported back in time, back to high school, back to graduation day. He stood by his car having just removed his graduation gown looking for Christina and there she was standing ten yards away and also searching for someone, probably Marc Fullerton, he thought with a jealous twinge in his gut.

"Tina!" he called out and to his surprise she smiled broadly and rushed to him. They just stared at each other neither talking, he because his tongue always tied itself into a knot when she was around, she because she had entirely too much to say and didn't know where to begin.

"Christina, we're taking pictures!" Marianne shouted to her but she ignored her.

"Don't forget us little people when you make it big, Tristan, okay?" she said breathlessly.

"What makes you think I'll make it big?" he said as casually as he could.

"I know you will. You're a great guy and I..."

"Christina! We want you in the pictures, come on!" Marc shouted to her.

Tristan wanted nothing more than to punch that guy in the mouth. He smiled wistfully. "You better go. Last time you'll all be together. It's on with our lives now. Just the beginning," he said unenthusiastically.

"Yeah, the beginning," she said, wishing for the courage to say more. Lacking it she half smiled and said, "Bye, Tristan. Have a good life."

Like an idiot all he said was, "You, too, Tina." He'd been kicking himself ever since for not telling her then and there that he loved her passionately and always would.

But here she was once again, Christina Vellano, his dream girl and his greatest regret. She stood mere feet away now rummaging through the ice cream freezer like a woman on a mission.

"Where are you?" she muttered to herself, searching all shelves, pulling out carton after carton until finally she found what she sought. "Gotcha! Birthday Cake, Peter's favorite."

She dropped it into her cart with a satisfied smirk and turned back to the freezer. "Well, this is much easier. Death-by-chocolate and Cookies and Cream. My work is done," she announced to the freezer. She dropped the two containers into her cart and pushed it with a bounce in her step.

Too stunned to speak, Tristan watched in horror as she went down the aisle and disappeared around the corner. Hurriedly snapping out of his trance he pushed his own cart darting around several slow-going people determined to follow and speak to her even though he very much doubted she would remember him. She might not even recognize him, he thought dejectedly.

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