A week ago (July 20). I entered a crowded elevator in an apartment building in Murray Hill. Inside the elevator was a dog. I kept looking down at the dog because I wanted an excuse to glance at your direction. You talked with the dog?s owner. As I left, we locked eyes (did we?). Did I smile? (I hope I did!). Was I just projecting? Was it all in my head?
If not, maybe tell me the name of the dog?
