You, Australian I think, ill fitting seam ring in your tragus piercing and nice face. Me, awkward sweaty girl with lots of tattoos who accidentally hit your bum with the sleeve of my jacket (“jumper”, as you called it). We discussed the absurdity of naming a place that’s so close to Times Square “Dimes Square”. You told me about a bar, was that you suggesting we get a drink? If so I’d be down. Hope you liked the tacos.
