I saw you at the gate leaving MDW, and hoped there would be an empty seat next to you. Not only was there an open seat, my headphones died so I honestly had every sign to go for it. You smelled divine. It was cute sharing the arm rest though I was never totally sure if you felt similarly. In hindsight, I apologize for staring at the window wistful, I was just hoping you’d talk to me about it. In hindsight, the snort at me making fun of my brother’s mustache may have been some kind of reciprocated interest? I’m unfortunately dense when it comes to people that intrigue me in an entirely wholesome way. Loved the Cubs jersey even though I’m a Sox fan (Baez). Who knows, maybe I’ll see you on a flight back to Chicago or somewhere in this massive city (or so a girl can hope) 🖤