I accidentally bumped your elbow and sent your cold brew splattering onto the floor. You smiled and said, “Good thing I like it on the rocks.” Would love to make it up to you (and buy your next coffee stain-free).
You were reading a tattered copy of "The Bell Jar" and laughing to yourself between 2nd Ave and Jay St. I wanted to ask about your favorite poem, but the train was too packed. If you remember the guy with the rainbow tote bag squeezing past you, let’s grab coffee.
