Short Story made even shorter

She sneaks quietly out the back door making sure that the subtle clicking of the latch is muffled.  Out to the car no time to let it warm up.  Steadily she drives through the neighborhood and down the side streets.  Her destination is key and her breath quickens with excitement when she thinks about.  She remembers the smell, the light and the object of her obsession.   Her pulse quickens further as she makes her way into the parking lot.  Confident now that she knows she will be satisfied when she leaves.  There is a shuffle of gravel underfoot and 7 concrete steps to the door.  Clean wood floors and white walls.  She knows the way by friends who had taken her there through happenstance. Inside she is greeted without the obligatory cheesiness that accompanies most ventures into the heart of retail.  They know what they sell, they know the have good prices and most of all they know what she wants.