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We danced together to a street musician’s jazzy sax at midnight, surrounded by neon lights and tourists. The city felt so small for a moment—would love to find you again in the crowd.

Our dogs got tangled up chasing the same squirrel, and we untangled leashes and laughed about their antics. I wish I’d asked your name before we went separate ways—dog walk soon?

You sped past me, hair bright green and a grin even brighter, shouting “Nice helmet!” as you passed. I was too out of breath to catch up—maybe we can race again, slower this time?

I was awkwardly trying to dance solo by the Bethesda Fountain when you spun me into a waltz, laughter echoing under the arches. If you see this, let’s make it an encore.

You ordered the last poppy seed bagel at Ess-a-Bagel, and we joked about poppy seed emergencies. I left with cinnamon raisin and a smile—let’s meet for a proper breakfast next time?

You wore a striking red scarf while admiring Van Gogh’s “Irises.” I chickened out after we exchanged a few shy glances. Maybe fate will let us walk those marble halls again?

You were reading the back of “Crying in H Mart” in Barnes & Noble, and we exchanged smiles in the poetry section. I left before working up the nerve to say hi. If you felt it too, let’s finish our chapters together.

You bumped into me at the corner of Franklin Ave and spilled my coffee, then bought me a new one. We joked about Monday mornings, but I never got your name. Want to spill another latte together?

We both wore headphones but made eye contact and laughed when that breakdancing duo almost kicked over your tote bag. I got off at Bedford, but I wish I’d asked for your number instead of just waving goodbye.

You shared your umbrella with me while we waited out the sudden downpour by the subway entrance. I was too shy to ask your name before my Q train arrived. Would love another chance to say thank you—maybe over coffee?