I was attending this event in SOHO and you were part of the catering team. We had small intimate exchanges throughout the reception, and we kept stealing glances at each other… You kept giving me the sweetest smiles. Paired with such beautiful eyes and such a cute nose, it made it really hard to look away… Afterwards, we shared a quiet moment on the street alone, in the rain, smoking cigarettes, while you waited for your Uber. We talked about my bag, wallflowers, photographers, hunters, clogs, and remembering each other’s names… Soon, your ride came and we parted ways, but one thing I regret not asking you is this: have we met in a past life?