单选题：He is waiting for the airline ticket counter when he first n

He is waiting for the airline ticket counter when he first notices the young woman. She 'has glossy black hairpulled tightly into a knot at the back of her head and carries over she shoulder of her leather coat a heavy blackpurse, She wears black boots of soft leather and her beauty quickens his heart beat.
　　The man gives up looking at the woman--he thinks she may be about twenty-five--and buys a round-trip,coach class ticket to an eastern city.
　　His flight leaves in an hour. To kill time, the man steps into one of the airport cocktail bars and orders a Scotchand water. While he sips it he catches sight of the black-haired girl in the leather coat. She is deep in Conversationwith a second girl, a blond in a cloth coat trimmed with gray fur. He wants somehow to attract the brunette'sattention, to invite her to have a drink with him before her own flight leaves for wherever she is traveling, but eventhough he believes for a moment she is looking his way he cannot catch her eye from out of the Shadows of the bar.In another instant the two women separate; neither of their direction is toward him.
　　When next he sees her, he is buying a magazine to read during the flight and becomes aware thht someone isjosflin.g him. At first he is startled that anyone would be so close as to touch him, but when he sees who it is hemusters a smile.
　　"Busy place," he says.
　　She looks up at him, and an odd grimace crosses her mouth and vanishes. She moves away and joins the crowds in the terminal.
　　The man is at the counter with his magazine, but when he reaches into his back pocket for his wallet thepocket is empty. Where could I have lost it? He thinks. His mind begins enumerating the credit cards, the currency,the membership and identification cards; his stomach chums with something very like fear. The girl who was sohe.me, he thinks--and all at once he understands that she has picked his pocket.
　　is he to do? He still has his ticket, safely tucked inside his suit coat--he reaches into the jacket to feel theenvelope, to make sure. He can take the flight, call someone to pick him up at his destination. But in the meantimehe will have to do something about the lost credit cards--call home, have his wife get the numbers out of the topdesk drawer, phone the card companies—so difficult a process, the whole thing suffocating. What shall he do?
　　First, find a policeman, tell what has happened, describe the young woman. He grits his teeth. He will probably never see his wallet again.
　　He is trying to decide if he should save time for talking to a guard near the X-ray machines when he isappalled and elated to see the black-haired girl. She seems engrossed in a book. A seat beside her is empty, and theman occupies it.
　　"I've been looking for you," he says.
　　She glances at him with no sort of recognition. "I don't know you," she says."Sure you do."
　　She sighs and puts the book aside. "Is this all you characters think about--picking up girls like we were stray
　　animals? What do you think I am?"
　　"You lifted my wallet," he says. He is pleased to have said "lifted", thinking it sounds wordier than stole or
　　took or even ripped off.
　　"I beg your pardon?" the girl says.
　　"I know you did--at the magazine counter. If you'll just give it back, we can forget the whole thing. If you don't, then I'll hand you over to the police."
　　She studies him, her face serious. "All right," she says. She pulls the black bag onto her lap, reaches into it and draws out a wallet.
　　He takes it from her. "Wait a minute," he says, "This isn't mine."
　　The girl runs, he bolts after her until he hears a woman's voice behind him:"Stop, thief! Stop that man!"
　　Ahead of him the brunette disappears around a corner and in the same moment a young man in a marineuniform puts out a foot to trip him up. He falls hard, banging knee and elbow on the tile floor of the terminal, butmanages to hang on to the wallet which is not his.
　　The wallet is a woman's, fat with money and credit cards, and it belongs to the blonde in the fur-trimmedcoat--the blonde he has earlier seen in conversation with the criminal brunette. She, too, is breathless, as is thepolice man with her.
　　"That's him," the blonde girl says, "He lifted my billfold."
　　It occurs to the man that he cannot even prove his own identity to the policeman.
　　Two weeks later-the embarrassment and rage have diminished, the family lawyer has been paid, theconfusion in his household has receded--the wallet turns up without explanation in one morning's mail. It is intact,no money is missing, all the cards are in place. Though he is relieved, the man thinks that for the rest of his life hewill feel guilty around policemen, and ashamed in the presence of women.
　　根据以上内容，回答题。
What can be inferred from the beginning of the story? A．The man was single.
B．The man was attracted by the girl.
C．The girl paid no attention to the man.
D．The man knew the girl.