Tuesday May 20. You got on the Queens bound M at Delancey about 8:40. When you walked in the station I was standing by the turnstiles with my boy and you had my eyes like nothing. You're a little taller than average. Cheekbones. Caramel skin. Dark eyes. Caribbean or North African features. Kinky long hair. See through black top and white shirt underneath. Wired headphones. Black shine boots.

I'm tall, dark hair, big square glasses, chain and earrings. Mediterranean. Was wearing a Moroccan patterned sweater and black beanie.

On the train you sat across from me next to my friend, then opened a book with some circle design on the cover. You didn't look like you wanted conversation. I talked with my friend re: some legal papers and then you got off the M around 8:50. As you left, you gave me this look of “no I actually did want some conversation” and now there's a lot I want to know about you but we can start with your name.