New York City
We circled round and round the New Fiction isles by the ground floor escalator. You, a cute brown-blondish gal in blue jeans and a dark windbreaker. I was trying to work up the courage to say something witty and erudite, but then your friend showed up and I lost the nerve. Would love to give you my number.
Posted: Sunday. March 24, 2024.
start a private conversation.