We both reached for the same overhead strap as the train jolted, and laughed when our hands brushed. You were reading a dog-eared copy of "The Goldfinch". I wish I'd asked your name before you got off at Canal Street.
Music started playing from someone's speaker and you pulled me into an unplanned salsa dance in the middle of the car. The train stopped, you winked, and slipped away. Let’s finish our dance?
Both of us ducked under the same awning during that surprise downpour. We laughed about looking like "wet city rats." The rain let up, but I regret not asking for your number before you dashed away.
You helped me reach a book on the top shelf, then recommended "anything with magic". Our conversation was interrupted by a phone call—if you ever want to debate fantasy novels over coffee, I’m game.
You had the golden retriever who kept trying to steal my latte. We chatted about dog names while our pups sniffed each other. If you see this, let's let the dogs play again (and maybe us, too?).
We both missed the Staten Island Ferry—your groan matched mine perfectly. We joked about swimming across, but then you disappeared with the next crowd. Still curious whether you ever made it home.
You caught my eye when we both tried (and failed) to read the blurry service change poster. Our mutual confusion turned into giggles. Coffee to decipher MTA mysteries together?
I tripped over my own shoelaces and you stopped to make sure I was okay. I blurted out "I'm fine!" but really, you took my breath away. Meet for a run—no falls, just us?
You let me cut in front of you at Bagel Hole because you said you could never decide between everything or sesame. Your grin was brighter than the morning sun. Let's share a bagel and a laugh next time?
You stood in front of Monet's Water Lilies, headphones in, completely absorbed. I wanted to say hi but chickened out. Maybe next time we can get lost in the museum together.
We both reached for the same overhead strap as the train jolted, and laughed when our hands brushed. You were reading a dog-eared copy of "The Goldfinch". I wish I'd asked your name before you got off at Canal Street.
We both reached for the same overhead strap as the train jolted, and laughed when our hands brushed. You were reading a dog-eared copy of "The Goldfinch". I wish I'd asked your name before you got off at Canal Street.
