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We both reached for the last ripe avocado at the 72nd Street Trader Joe’s and laughed at our mutual disappointment when it squished in your hand. We joked about guac-less tacos, then parted ways. If you remember, let’s try again—this time, maybe for margaritas instead.

You offered me shelter under your cobalt blue umbrella during yesterday’s midday downpour by the Bethesda Fountain. I didn’t catch your name—just your warm smile and the way you laughed off the rain like it was nothing. Coffee sometime when it's dry?

You dropped your copy of "Crying in H Mart" on my lap as the F train lurched at Jay Street—both of us muttered apologies and laughed. I wanted to ask what you thought of the ending, but you got off at Bergen Street before I could. If you see this, let’s finish that conversation (and maybe swap another book?).

We both got caught in that downpour and ducked into the same deli for cover. You joked about the weather and bought an umbrella with cartoon ducks—wish I’d asked to share it on your way uptown.

We locked eyes during the impromptu salsa circle by the fountain Sunday afternoon. My two left feet didn’t stop you from laughing with me; wish I’d asked for your number before the music ended.

You were reading Murakami and wearing a green scarf, swaying with the train at 8:30am. I was the guy who nearly dropped his coffee on your boots—I wanted to say sorry, but you smiled first. Let’s share a less chaotic ride sometime?

We both got caught in that downpour and ducked into the same deli for cover. You joked about the weather and bought an umbrella with cartoon ducks—wish I’d asked to share it on your way uptown.

We locked eyes during the impromptu salsa circle by the fountain Sunday afternoon. My two left feet didn’t stop you from laughing with me; wish I’d asked for your number before the music ended.

You were reading Murakami and wearing a green scarf, swaying with the train at 8:30am. I was the guy who nearly dropped his coffee on your boots—I wanted to say sorry, but you smiled first. Let’s share a less chaotic ride sometime?

You were reading Murakami and wearing a green scarf, swaying with the train at 8:30am. I was the guy who nearly dropped his coffee on your boots—I wanted to say sorry, but you smiled first. Let’s share a less chaotic ride sometime?

We both got caught in that downpour and ducked into the same deli for cover. You joked about the weather and bought an umbrella with cartoon ducks—wish I’d asked to share it on your way uptown.

We locked eyes during the impromptu salsa circle by the fountain Sunday afternoon. My two left feet didn’t stop you from laughing with me; wish I’d asked for your number before the music ended.