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We both reached for the last bag of cauliflower gnocchi and laughed when our carts nearly collided. I was the guy in the Dodgers cap, you had a sunflower tattoo and a contagious smile. If our timing was so close in the freezer aisle, maybe we’re meant to meet again?

You accidentally knocked your coffee onto my shoe on the U8 this morning. I laughed, you apologized in perfect German and broken English, and we exchanged one of those rare, genuine smiles. I wanted to offer you my number, but my stop came too soon—maybe destiny has another plan?

You accidentally knocked your coffee onto my shoe on the U8 this morning. I laughed, you apologized in perfect German and broken English, and we exchanged one of those rare, genuine smiles. I wanted to offer you my number, but my stop came too soon—maybe destiny has another plan?

You accidentally knocked your coffee onto my shoe on the U8 this morning. I laughed, you apologized in perfect German and broken English, and we exchanged one of those rare, genuine smiles. I wanted to offer you my number, but my stop came too soon—maybe destiny has another plan?

We both reached for the last English copy of “Der Steppenwolf” at Dussmann, and you graciously let me have it. I saw your smile as you walked away, and regretted not inviting you for coffee right there among the shelves. If you still want to talk about Hermann Hesse, I’m waiting by the philosophy section.

You sang “Heroes” with so much heart at the Mauerpark stage on Sunday, wrapped in a bright red scarf. I cheered the loudest, but lost you in the crowd before I could say hi. If you remember a nervous guy in a yellow raincoat, let’s be heroes just for one more day?

You accidentally knocked your coffee onto my shoe on the U8 this morning. I laughed, you apologized in perfect German and broken English, and we exchanged one of those rare, genuine smiles. I wanted to offer you my number, but my stop came too soon—maybe destiny has another plan?

We both reached for the last English copy of “Der Steppenwolf” at Dussmann, and you graciously let me have it. I saw your smile as you walked away, and regretted not inviting you for coffee right there among the shelves. If you still want to talk about Hermann Hesse, I’m waiting by the philosophy section.

You sang “Heroes” with so much heart at the Mauerpark stage on Sunday, wrapped in a bright red scarf. I cheered the loudest, but lost you in the crowd before I could say hi. If you remember a nervous guy in a yellow raincoat, let’s be heroes just for one more day?

You accidentally knocked your coffee onto my shoe on the U8 this morning. I laughed, you apologized in perfect German and broken English, and we exchanged one of those rare, genuine smiles. I wanted to offer you my number, but my stop came too soon—maybe destiny has another plan?

You accidentally knocked your coffee onto my shoe on the U8 this morning. I laughed, you apologized in perfect German and broken English, and we exchanged one of those rare, genuine smiles. I wanted to offer you my number, but my stop came too soon—maybe destiny has another plan?

We ordered the same cheesesteak at Jim’s and joked about the eternal “wit or witout” debate while waiting in line. Your laugh made the wait fly by, but I lost you in the crowd before I got your number. Let’s settle the debate together over round two?