You: Guy with a haircut like Paul Mescal, Wearing a red keffiyeh, cropped light wash jeans, beige jacket. You were talking with your friends about French vs English language quirks. Me: Guy standing behind you in line, dusty pink shiny jacket with a world map on it, sage green carpenter jeans, light pink hat. We made eye contact when I got in line, and then I complimented your burgundy loafers at the sugar station after we ordered. I wanted to get your number, but I was comforting my sister who was having a bad day. Let’s get another coffee sometime?
