You were the guy reading a book next to the restroom. Dark haired, sort of a short mullet, tattoos on your arm, striped socks, nails painted black. I was a guy at a table in the corner with a laptop, bespectacled and wearing a brown shirt. We locked eyes a couple of times and smiled at each other. Yours was a sweet, kind smile. Seemed like we were about to exchange words but then you left.