You were sitting and facing the window. I only caught you on my way out. You must have overheard my short chat with the barista about my coconut water spilling all over my bag and pants while on my walk over. I laughed about being sticky and accepting my fate, knowing the day would still be beautiful. You looked familiar, maybe the same guy I kept making eyes at the day before at FourFiveSix while I was with a group of friends. We locked eyes on my way out, and kept staring as I turned around and smiled. I wish you stopped me, because your light eyes were glowing with promise. I’m tallish, have long wavy dark hair and tattoos on my arms. If you remember me- come and find me. And if not. Maybe I’ll see you next time I spill something on myself near the Graham stop.