A Michigan woman and her family were vacationing in a small New England town where Paul Newman and his family often visited.

One Sunday morning, the woman woke up early for a long walk. After a brisk five-mile hike, she rewarded herself with a double chocolate ice cream cone.

She then drove to the village center and headed straight to the bakery-ice cream shop. Inside, only one other customer sat at the counter—Paul Newman, enjoying a doughnut and coffee. Her heart fluttered at the sight of his iconic baby-blue eyes. He nodded kindly, and she smiled shyly, telling herself to stay composed. After all, she was a happily married 45-year-old with three kids, not a teenage fan.

The clerk handed her the ice cream cone and change. She left the shop, clutching her change—but no ice cream cone. Confused, she returned inside, expecting to find it left behind somewhere, but it was nowhere to be seen.

Then she glanced at Paul Newman, who smiled warmly and said, “You put it in your purse.”