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Among the bustle of Reading Terminal Market, you recommended the cannoli. The sugar dusted your smile, and I’m still craving another chance at conversation—maybe over dessert next time?

You let me cut in line at Pat's, joking that the wait would make the sandwich sweeter. I wanted to say more, but the crowd carried you away before I could offer to split some fries.

We locked eyes as rain streaked the windows on the Market-Frankford line. My stop came too quickly—I never got to ask your name, but your blue umbrella brightened my whole commute.