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You dropped your red glove near the telescope while searching for Orion’s Belt, and I handed it to you with a silly astronomy pun. You laughed, the city lights twinkled—we shared a moment, and then your friends pulled you away. If the stars align, let’s finish that constellation conversation.

We sat across from each other on the Red Line, both pretending not to notice the street magician performing tricks. You wore a Dodgers cap and smiled shyly when our eyes met. The train doors opened, and in a flash, you were gone—maybe we can catch the next ride together?

You knocked over your iced latte as I reached for the same sugar packet—our laughter echoed, then we both apologized at once. Before I could ask your name, your friend called you away. If you’re reading this, maybe we can try again—with lids this time.

You knocked over your iced latte as I reached for the same sugar packet—our laughter echoed, then we both apologized at once. Before I could ask your name, your friend called you away. If you’re reading this, maybe we can try again—with lids this time.

You wore yellow headphones and read a novel in English. We exchanged shy glances between Ostkreuz and Prenzlauer Allee, but neither of us spoke. If you remember the guy fumbling with his bike and blushing—let’s grab coffee and finish our silent conversation.

You wore yellow headphones and read a novel in English. We exchanged shy glances between Ostkreuz and Prenzlauer Allee, but neither of us spoke. If you remember the guy fumbling with his bike and blushing—let’s grab coffee and finish our silent conversation.

It poured as we both tried to squeeze under your little red umbrella, giggling as the wind tried to steal it. You joked that Berlin weather was like your ex: unpredictable. I forgot to ask for your number as my train pulled in—maybe we can share an umbrella again?

You helped me haggle over a vintage lamp with my broken German, then we laughed about my pronunciation of “Schnäppchen.” I wanted to ask your name, but you disappeared into the crowd of street performers and record stalls. If you’re out there, maybe we can find another treasure together.

You wore yellow headphones and read a novel in English. We exchanged shy glances between Ostkreuz and Prenzlauer Allee, but neither of us spoke. If you remember the guy fumbling with his bike and blushing—let’s grab coffee and finish our silent conversation.

It poured as we both tried to squeeze under your little red umbrella, giggling as the wind tried to steal it. You joked that Berlin weather was like your ex: unpredictable. I forgot to ask for your number as my train pulled in—maybe we can share an umbrella again?

You helped me haggle over a vintage lamp with my broken German, then we laughed about my pronunciation of “Schnäppchen.” I wanted to ask your name, but you disappeared into the crowd of street performers and record stalls. If you’re out there, maybe we can find another treasure together.

You wore yellow headphones and read a novel in English. We exchanged shy glances between Ostkreuz and Prenzlauer Allee, but neither of us spoke. If you remember the guy fumbling with his bike and blushing—let’s grab coffee and finish our silent conversation.