Around the block. Turn right at the next stop. Turn right at the intersection. Then again, make another right. Pass the same dark-tanned woman of fifty, give or take a year or two, and wave at her.--finally. The fourth time I drove past her, it hit me—I should’ve stopped the first, second, or third time. But sometimes, I overthink, hesitate, and drive myself in circles when deciding whether to approach a stranger. I often know the person on the street, but that was not the case on this outing.