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You were singing “Stand by Me” under your breath and I couldn’t help but smile. Our eyes met as the train screeched into Delancey, but I froze and let the doors close between us. If you ever want a duet partner, I’m still humming your tune.

You were singing “Stand by Me” under your breath and I couldn’t help but smile. Our eyes met as the train screeched into Delancey, but I froze and let the doors close between us. If you ever want a duet partner, I’m still humming your tune.

I watched you beat three opponents in a row, whispering clever moves to yourself. You offered to teach me, but I had to run to work. I owe you a rematch—and maybe a coffee, too.

You spilled your latte but laughed it off and gave me a wink while I nervously tried not to stare from the next table. Before I could work up the courage to say hello, you dashed out with your headphones in. If you remember the good-natured barista with wild purple hair, I’d love another chance.

We shared a single umbrella during that surprise downpour by the NYPL lions. I tried to offer you my scarf, but you laughed and ran off into the storm—leaving your coffee behind. If you’re missing your favorite book and a vanilla latte, I still have both.

You were singing “Stand by Me” under your breath and I couldn’t help but smile. Our eyes met as the train screeched into Delancey, but I froze and let the doors close between us. If you ever want a duet partner, I’m still humming your tune.

We twirled to the music of the saxophonist on a sunny afternoon, laughing as if we’d known each other for years. I lost you in the crowd near the fountain when my phone rang. Wish I’d asked you to dance one more song.

You offered me shelter from the rain with your bright green umbrella as we waited for the train at Bedford Ave. I got off at 1st Ave, too shy to ask your name. If you remember the puddle splash, let’s try again (hopefully drier this time).

I watched you beat three opponents in a row, whispering clever moves to yourself. You offered to teach me, but I had to run to work. I owe you a rematch—and maybe a coffee, too.

We shared a single umbrella during that surprise downpour by the NYPL lions. I tried to offer you my scarf, but you laughed and ran off into the storm—leaving your coffee behind. If you’re missing your favorite book and a vanilla latte, I still have both.

You spilled your latte but laughed it off and gave me a wink while I nervously tried not to stare from the next table. Before I could work up the courage to say hello, you dashed out with your headphones in. If you remember the good-natured barista with wild purple hair, I’d love another chance.

You were singing “Stand by Me” under your breath and I couldn’t help but smile. Our eyes met as the train screeched into Delancey, but I froze and let the doors close between us. If you ever want a duet partner, I’m still humming your tune.