Ghost from the past

“Ready to go?” “Sure.” He called down and had his car brought around. They drove to a very expensive boutique and he helped her pick some clothes. Two incredible bikinis, a sarong, a couple of blouses, miniskirt, shorts, underwear, sandals, t-shirts. He paid for it all. It was almost two thousand dollars; she had never spent that much on clothes in her life. They headed out the expressway towards the park. Her hair blew in the wind. She folded her legs under her on the seat, wrapped her arms around his bicep and rested her head on his shoulder. As she snuggled close he thought; something about this seems so familiar and so right.