We both got off at Broadway Junction, and I actually bumped you because you broke into a full sprint to catch the uptown J train (we both missed it). You had a wonderful skirt and were holding a copy of the Welcome to Night Vale novel. I apologized for bumping you as we stood next to each other, and was promptly interrupted by some other guy who swooped in and started flirting with you. I think we would've had a far more stimulating conversation than the one you were forced into. I wish I had the chance to talk to you more. ??
