You were reading 100 Years of Solitude on the Rockaway bound train that kept getting held by delays around 6:30/7 pm, you had an earring on and a striped shirt. I was standing, wearing a white button up tank top with ruffles on the sleeves, a studded leather tote bag and a big red Blick bag, and when we both got off at the Lorimer stop I turned around to look for my exit and we held eye contact for a few seconds longer than accidental.
