I was standing in front of you on my way to work this morning. You had brown hair, were pretty tall and wore a dark tshirt, beige pants and black leather lace up loafers, carrying a blue backpack in your hand. I thought you looked very effortlessly fashionable and I liked your nose, it reminded me of a Greek bust.
The train was standing stopped at 1st Ave for a while and our eyes met once, but I didn’t wanna stare at you. We both got out at Union Sq and it was too crowded to stop and give you my number.
I was the girl in ballet flats with curly hair and headphones.
