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My hat blew off while waiting for my order at Pat’s, and you chased it halfway down Passyunk—then gave it back with a laugh and a wink. I was too stunned by your chivalry (and my embarrassment) to say thanks properly. If you want to share a cheesesteak without a chase next time, reply with your favorite topping.

You were reading a dog-eared copy of Catch-22, headphones in, totally oblivious to the rest of us packed onto the train. Our eyes met between Tasker-Morris and City Hall, but you exited before I could say hi. If you remember the guy with the Flyers cap furtively glancing over, let’s catch a coffee above ground.

We both found ourselves taking shelter under the eaves of the Art Museum during that sudden downpour, comparing ruined sneakers and laughing at our failed tourist photos. By the time the rain cleared, you’d vanished into the crowd. If you want to recreate our soggy meet-cute, I’ll bring the umbrella.

My hat blew off while waiting for my order at Pat’s, and you chased it halfway down Passyunk—then gave it back with a laugh and a wink. I was too stunned by your chivalry (and my embarrassment) to say thanks properly. If you want to share a cheesesteak without a chase next time, reply with your favorite topping.

You were reading a dog-eared copy of Catch-22, headphones in, totally oblivious to the rest of us packed onto the train. Our eyes met between Tasker-Morris and City Hall, but you exited before I could say hi. If you remember the guy with the Flyers cap furtively glancing over, let’s catch a coffee above ground.

You were reading a dog-eared copy of Catch-22, headphones in, totally oblivious to the rest of us packed onto the train. Our eyes met between Tasker-Morris and City Hall, but you exited before I could say hi. If you remember the guy with the Flyers cap furtively glancing over, let’s catch a coffee above ground.

You were reading poetry aloud softly to yourself, and I was the awkward guy who dropped his earbuds at your feet. I wish I’d asked about your book—or your favorite poem—before you got off at 125th.

I accidentally brushed your arm and spilled my coffee all over my pants during rush hour. You handed me napkins and cracked a joke about “wearable cold brew.” Can I buy you a replacement cup?

You lent me your giant green umbrella when my tiny one turned inside out in yesterday's downpour. We laughed about New York weather and parted ways at Herald Square. Wish I’d asked for your number instead of just saying “thanks.”

You lent me your giant green umbrella when my tiny one turned inside out in yesterday's downpour. We laughed about New York weather and parted ways at Herald Square. Wish I’d asked for your number instead of just saying “thanks.”

You lent me your giant green umbrella when my tiny one turned inside out in yesterday's downpour. We laughed about New York weather and parted ways at Herald Square. Wish I’d asked for your number instead of just saying “thanks.”

You stood in front of “Nighthawks,” sketching the scene in your notebook. We smiled at each other, both damp from the storm outside. I wanted to ask about your art, but I lost you in the crowd—hoping to find you here instead.