You had curly hair, glasses, and asked if I heard the announcement from the conductor as the 7 stopped near grand central. Osprey bag, patagonia hoodie, cute smile. I was in a green sweater, blushing, and spoke softly. We then both made our way to the 1 train and I neurotically did the nyt crossword while you used the handrail besides me. Hoping our commutes align again, maybe this time I’ll be brave enough to continue the conversation…
