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You offered me a napkin after my cheesesteak met an unfortunate end on my lap. We laughed about the mess, then the line split us apart. If you see this, I'll buy you dessert next time.

You sat across from me in a powder blue hat and read a battered copy of Catcher in the Rye. We exchanged a quick smile before the train filled up and I lost you in the crowd. If you're out there, I'd like to finish our unspoken conversation.

You offered me your last napkin when my slice flopped at Joe’s, then we commiserated over the perfect cheese-to-sauce ratio. Before I could thank you, you vanished into the Smith Street crowd—did you ever get that extra slice?

We reached for the same copy of "Catcher in the Rye," laughed, and chatted about dog-eared pages. You disappeared toward the poetry nook before I thought to ask your name.

We locked eyes as the train rattled over the Manhattan Bridge, you with your bright yellow umbrella and me juggling too many tote bags. You smiled when my bag nearly spilled; I wish I’d said hi before your stop at Canal Street.

You offered me your last napkin when my slice flopped at Joe’s, then we commiserated over the perfect cheese-to-sauce ratio. Before I could thank you, you vanished into the Smith Street crowd—did you ever get that extra slice?

We reached for the same copy of "Catcher in the Rye," laughed, and chatted about dog-eared pages. You disappeared toward the poetry nook before I thought to ask your name.

We locked eyes as the train rattled over the Manhattan Bridge, you with your bright yellow umbrella and me juggling too many tote bags. You smiled when my bag nearly spilled; I wish I’d said hi before your stop at Canal Street.

We locked eyes as the train rattled over the Manhattan Bridge, you with your bright yellow umbrella and me juggling too many tote bags. You smiled when my bag nearly spilled; I wish I’d said hi before your stop at Canal Street.

We locked eyes as the train rattled over the Manhattan Bridge, you with your bright yellow umbrella and me juggling too many tote bags. You smiled when my bag nearly spilled; I wish I’d said hi before your stop at Canal Street.

You offered me your last napkin when my slice flopped at Joe’s, then we commiserated over the perfect cheese-to-sauce ratio. Before I could thank you, you vanished into the Smith Street crowd—did you ever get that extra slice?

To the curly-haired woman reading "The Alchemist" across from me on the Blue Line last Thursday morning—our eyes met when the train jolted and you smiled. I wanted to ask about your favorite book, but my stop arrived. If you see this, maybe we can swap book recommendations in person.