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You sat across from me on the 38 Geary, reading a book with a bright red umbrella propped by your side. We shared a smile when the bus lurched and nearly spilled my coffee. If you remember the spilled caffeine and want to finish our conversation, let's try it again—without the rain.

You wore a sunflower-patterned dress and started a spontaneous dance party by the palm trees during Sunday’s drum circle. I was too shy to join in, but your energy was contagious. Are you always the first to dance, or just on sunny afternoons?

Saturday morning runners, you passed me on the trail and asked for directions through the mist. I was so caught off guard by your smile that I forgot to say anything helpful. If you’re still lost, maybe we could wander together next time.

You sat across from me on the 38 Geary, reading a book with a bright red umbrella propped by your side. We shared a smile when the bus lurched and nearly spilled my coffee. If you remember the spilled caffeine and want to finish our conversation, let's try it again—without the rain.

You apologized after I bumped your table and sent your latte all over your sketchbook. I wanted to offer you a fresh cup and maybe a new pen, but my nerves got the best of me. Are your drawings okay?

You apologized after I bumped your table and sent your latte all over your sketchbook. I wanted to offer you a fresh cup and maybe a new pen, but my nerves got the best of me. Are your drawings okay?

You apologized after I bumped your table and sent your latte all over your sketchbook. I wanted to offer you a fresh cup and maybe a new pen, but my nerves got the best of me. Are your drawings okay?

You apologized after I bumped your table and sent your latte all over your sketchbook. I wanted to offer you a fresh cup and maybe a new pen, but my nerves got the best of me. Are your drawings okay?

We stood side-by-side, gazing through the telescope at Saturn’s rings. Our hands brushed, and you smiled before melting into the swarm of tourists. Wish I'd asked if you believed in aliens.

You were the cool skater with purple hair who gave me a high-five after I landed my first ollie. I meant to ask for your name, but you zipped off into the crowd as the sun dipped below the pier.

You apologized after I bumped your table and sent your latte all over your sketchbook. I wanted to offer you a fresh cup and maybe a new pen, but my nerves got the best of me. Are your drawings okay?

You apologized after I bumped your table and sent your latte all over your sketchbook. I wanted to offer you a fresh cup and maybe a new pen, but my nerves got the best of me. Are your drawings okay?