You dropped a copy of Kafka’s "The Trial" while reaching for the last Murakami. Our hands brushed, and you joked about existential crises. I chickened out before suggesting we read together over coffee—maybe fate will guide you to this post.
You spun me into an impromptu tango when our dogs tangled leashes by the fountain. I never got your name, but your laughter still echoes around the arches—I owe you a coffee and an apology to your pup.
You balanced your coffee and book with grace until the sudden stop between 14th and Union Square. I apologized for bumping you and offered napkins, but we both laughed as the train lurched again. Would love a second chance to chat—this time over coffee, not on it.
We exchanged glances as the train screeched into Smith-9th, your bright red umbrella standing out among the crowd. You smiled when our eyes met, and I was too shy to say hello before you faded into the rain.
You balanced your coffee and book with grace until the sudden stop between 14th and Union Square. I apologized for bumping you and offered napkins, but we both laughed as the train lurched again. Would love a second chance to chat—this time over coffee, not on it.
We exchanged glances as the train screeched into Smith-9th, your bright red umbrella standing out among the crowd. You smiled when our eyes met, and I was too shy to say hello before you faded into the rain.
We exchanged glances as the train screeched into Smith-9th, your bright red umbrella standing out among the crowd. You smiled when our eyes met, and I was too shy to say hello before you faded into the rain.
We exchanged glances as the train screeched into Smith-9th, your bright red umbrella standing out among the crowd. You smiled when our eyes met, and I was too shy to say hello before you faded into the rain.
We got caught in the same downpour by Bethesda Fountain and huddled under your tiny umbrella. I’m the one who offered you half a soggy Granola bar—care to share a dry one next time?
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We both reached for the last block of brie at the 72nd St TJ’s and laughed about our sophisticated “taste.” Maybe next time we could split the cheese and a bottle of wine?
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You played "Creep" on your guitar between 14th St and Jay St, and our eyes met as you sang the chorus. I left you a dollar, but wish I’d left my number instead. Let's make some music together?
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We got caught in the same downpour by Bethesda Fountain and huddled under your tiny umbrella. I’m the one who offered you half a soggy Granola bar—care to share a dry one next time?
