To the male cyclist in blue with a white helmet, you pass me every day. Hundreds of times by now. It’s always early in the morning and it’s of course hard to stop and chat. I - female, brunette - am almost always in a hat with a long braid, running on the outer loop.
I think, from the brief moments that I see you, that you’re rather cute. Perhaps we could take a stroll around the park sometime?
