You wore a red scarf and laughed at my terrible attempt to pronounce "Lorimer" correctly. Our eyes met just as the doors closed. If you're up for more bad jokes, let's ride the subway again.
We brushed shoulders in the poetry section, you recommended Mary Oliver, and I listened as you quoted a line. I wish I'd asked which book was your favorite before you disappeared among the shelves.
You held a giant blue umbrella and offered to share it during that surprise downpour. I was too shy to ask your name. If you see this, maybe we can split a coffee next time it rains?
