The first time I met her.
This was my second time meeting her on the street. She asked me if I ever get rejected taking photos (rejection is a habitual thing I am trying to get used to). We chatted for a bit about the weather and where she was off to. We talked about her work and how great her scarf looked (She made the scarf!) I was too caught up in the conversation, therefore, I realized only after she left that I did not ask her name.