Jack and I were walking down the street, discussing Pearl Jam guitar riffs. A young woman ahead of us finished talking to a friend, turned to walk our way, but dropped her wallet. I jogged ahead to pick it up.
"Wait, miss, you dropped your wallet!" I yelled back to her.
She pretended not to hear, but checked for her wallet, found it missing, then turned back.
"Oh thank you!" she said, smiling.
"This is a Gucci, right?" I asked.
"You have an eye for Gucci?" she asked attentively.
"I aim for laid-back myself," I said, "but it shows you have good taste. I'm Connor, by the way."
"Betsy," she said, shaking my hand and giggling.
"You watch your wallet now!" I said as she walked away. She peeked back over her shoulder, smiling.
I turned back to Jack, and checked my smartphone. "Good Lord!" I exclaimed. "This app says I now have a potential worth of 10 billion dollars! Who WAS that woman??"
"Connor," said Jack, "you've always had a net worth of about 10 billion."
"Shhh," I whispered. "Don't ruin the magic."
This was in response to a prompt on reddit.com r/WritingPrompts, "The invention of a new algorithm, that uses big data, psychology and genetic statistics, provide in real time your personal value in US Dollars. The average is 10k. One day walking on the streets you fall in love with a random woman, the next day your value is 10^10".