You told me I had crazy eyes in the elevator at 168. I said thank you (obviously).
We ended up on the 1 train together—talking about how hot it was, your mom in social work, me working in radiology… easy conversation the whole ride.
Then you got off at 190th with a “nice meeting you” and vanished like this was some romcom soft launch???
If you’re reading this, I’m still thinking about that elevator moment and the way we clicked. If you are too—say something. Tell me what color my eyes were so I know it’s really you.
