You are a blonde, tall woman who kept smiling at me on the 2/3 train going uptown. This was Thursday, February 27th. You wore a vintage leather jacket and were with two male friends (one with a tan overcoat and thin mustache and who carried a bouquet of flowers). I didn't say hello because I thought one of them was your boyfriend. I think I may have been wrong. You spoke Russian or Ukrainian. We kept smiling at each other. We both transferred to the 1 train at 72nd street. I wore a gray/black overcoat and a suit. You had shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes and the most beautiful smile.
