We darted under my tiny umbrella as a downpour started, trying not to step in puddles. You laughed and said, “NYC weather keeps us close.” You disappeared into the crowd—want to grab a coffee and finish our soggy conversation?
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You sat across from me reading Murakami, headphones in, lost in your world. Our eyes met just before Carroll Street, and for a second, the subway noise faded. I left at Jay Street—should’ve asked you what you were listening to.
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You sat across from me reading Murakami, headphones in, lost in your world. Our eyes met just before Carroll Street, and for a second, the subway noise faded. I left at Jay Street—should’ve asked you what you were listening to.
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We shared a pole on the uptown 6 around 8:30am, you asked if I wanted to squeeze past, and our umbrellas got tangled. You smiled and apologized. Wish I'd asked your name before 59th.
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We both reached for the last copy of "The Bell Jar" and you let me have it, suggesting I write my own story next. Still wishing I’d asked to start that chapter together.
You made my latte at the East Village coffee shop and knew my order by heart. I finally worked up the courage to say hi, but your shift ended before I could.
Our dogs tangled their leashes near the Boathouse and you joked about a canine meet-cute. I chickened out before asking for your number. Tea and treats?
You were the tap dancer in the red suspenders; I was the laughing stranger you pulled into your impromptu performance. My two left feet never felt so right.
You helped me find my missing glasses in the produce aisle on Houston. I wanted to thank you with more than a frantic thank you, but you vanished near the avocados.
We huddled under the same tiny umbrella while waiting for our friends outside the Met. I didn’t get your name, just a memory of your laughter in the storm.
You were reading Murakami with a green scarf wrapped around your hair. We shared a smile as the train jolted, and then you disappeared into the Bedford crowd. Coffee sometime?
You dropped your produce and I helped you pick it up—it’s not every day you meet someone with such creative sock choices. You joked about avocado shortages and left before I could properly ask your name. Shall we compare sock collections over a coffee?
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