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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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

You shared your umbrella with a stranger (me) when the skies opened up and my meeting was two blocks away. I never caught your name, but I’d love to buy you coffee and return the favor—minus the rain!

We stood in line together at Portillo’s after the Sox game, debating whether cake shakes are genius or gross. Your laughter is still stuck in my head—I chickened out before I could ask for your number.

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.

You shared your umbrella with a stranger (me) when the skies opened up and my meeting was two blocks away. I never caught your name, but I’d love to buy you coffee and return the favor—minus the rain!