Approximately 6:45-7PM, Wednesday, January 22nd, we got on the same L train at Union Square and rode until Metro-Lorimer. You were standing right in front of me, maybe going home from an office job: black slacks, black loafers, black and white argyle socks, a green backpack, a beanie, and a Patagonia puffer with a hole in the left sleeve that had been taped over. I was in all beige (beige Carhartt jacket, beige pants, beige scarf) with black boots and (beige) butterfly socks, long brown hair and a gold scrunchie. At one point I saw you looking at the stickers on my water bottle and I wanted to tell you I thought you were handsome, to compliment your outfit, to offer to sew your sleeve, anything… but my shyness got the best of me and nothing came out — even after we got off and walked the same direction down Lorimer for a few blocks. I will forever feel stupid for not saying something, but if by some crazy twist of fate you happen to see this, I’d be more than happy to patch your jacket!