My life is pretty great right now but the days I randomly see you get into my train car around 7:30AMish on the way to work make me smile a little harder. You always get on at 116th and get off at 50th. Today, May 7th, you got off at 96th instead. You: tall guy with glasses and good style. Maybe mid 20?s/early 30?s. Me: woman in her late 20?s with brown hair who probably burns a hole in your head by the amount of staring I do. Take off those darn AirPods and sweep me off my feet already, ok?
