I sat across from you on the Manhattan bound C train in Brooklyn Saturday night. I was the tall girl dressed up in a pink top and black skirt for a night out. You were in all black athletic wear, sitting with your friend. You were speaking a language I’m not familiar with. I looked up and was taken back by how attractive you were—tall, short blonde hair, fit, and a very handsome face. Your friend I think had a braid. I was shy, but I noticed you kept staring and we locked eyes a few times. I mustered the courage to smile at you and you smiled back. You got off on Ralph (?) but stared at me through the window as the train rolled off. I regret not getting your name or number. I’ve seen your friend on the train before as he has a distinctive aesthetic, so I’m hoping we cross paths again. Hopefully you see this