We sat next to each other for a bit. You had a sweetgreen bag in your hand, showing off your nicely manicured nails. I was planning to nap, but your sweet-smelling perfume woke me up. I kept stealing glances at you, all the way up until I got up to get off at 175th. I knew I couldn't walk off without saying something, so I sat back down and told you what I thought of you. It's a shame that was all I managed to do before running off, but I wish I had given you my number. I believe we'll run into each other again. You can't exactly miss me.
