We both took the Uptown A train yesterday (Tuesday 3/11) at/around 6:15pm in the 4th car. I got on at 42nd Street and sat directly across from you. I had on a brown sweatshirt with big white cursive writing on it, black leggings and colorful adidas sneakers and my hair (unfortunately) was in two small buns on top of my head. I pulled out a book with a white and purple cover after we made eye contact and LETS BE HONEST—I didn’t read a word of that thing. At one point, you got up to give your seat to a woman and her small son and rode the train the rest of the way standing by the doors.

You had on a heather-light maroon t-shirt with grey joggers and a lightweight puffy black jacket because the weather was so nice for the second day in a row. You had a black backpack with a silver caribbeaner on the side.

You’ve got naturally kinky, black hair that reminded me of Lenny Kravitz Greatest Hits album from 2000 (go with me—I’m trying to paint a picture hahaha) and an adorable mole on the right side of your face near your nose.

We pulled up at 168th street you let out a loud exhale and I looked up from my book, we made eye contact and you got off the train. I looked over my shoulder out the window and you WAVED at me. I’m beating myself up for not getting off the train.

Do these things work?? God I hope so. Do your big one internet!