4/28
Dear Rose,
I saw you on the Queens-bound G train at 8:45pm. Absolutely fire fit. Green moto jacket, these amazing jeans with tree frogs painted on them, and studded black boots. I thought we were checking each other out, but dismissed it when we got to the Metropolitan stop. We both got off. Three hours later, after a whole night out with my friends, I sat back down on the G train heading back downtown. My phone dead, I look up and who’s sitting across from me AGAIN? You. Tight blonde curls, blue eyes, red lipstick. And those amazing jeans. I had to say something, it was too much of a coincidence. I didn’t want to weird you out. After 2 stops of mustering courage, I make the intro. You bought those jeans in Italy but studied in Berlin. You got off at the Bedford Nostrand stop and shook my hand. I didn’t have enough time nor the balls to ask you for your socials. Would love a couple more stops of conversation.

-J