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You sat beside me on a sun-soaked bench, reading aloud bad poetry to your friend. I noticed your bright, mismatched socks and easy laughter. If you want to swap bad poems, I’m game!

You accidentally dropped your “I ❤️ NY” bookmark while browsing the poetry section at Strand. I chased after you but lost you in the stacks. Your bookmark is still safe if you want it back—plus a coffee on me?

You wore red headphones and busted out moves I haven’t seen since the ’90s. I was too shy to ask your name but couldn’t stop smiling. Maybe our playlists will cross paths again someday?

We reached for the last garlic knot at Joe’s in the Village and ended up sharing it. Your stories about late-night adventures made my night. If you’re up for another spontaneous slice, let’s try for a whole pie.

We both tried (and failed) to hail a cab on 8th Ave during the downpour, then laughed about our soaked shoes. You disappeared into the nearest bodega before I could offer to split an umbrella. Still thinking about that shared moment in the storm.

We shared a tiny table at Think Coffee during the morning rush. You asked to borrow my pen for your crossword and guessed “espresso” for 9-down. If you need a partner for Sunday puzzles, let’s grab a cup together.

You made everyone chuckle with your running commentary about the delayed train, then offered your seat to an older lady. I admired your kindness and wish I’d had the guts to say hello before you stepped out at 1st Ave.

You passed me jogging while I tried (and failed) to walk a stubborn dachshund near Bethesda Fountain. Your green scarf and contagious laugh made my morning. If you remember the dachshund meltdown, say hi!

We locked eyes in front of the Temple of Dendur when my friend dragged me away. You were sketching in a notebook and smiled as I tried to untangle my headphones. If you see this, maybe we can get lost together next time?

You sat across from me on the Q, reading Murakami and twirling a bright blue umbrella. Our eyes met for a moment before you hopped off at 57th, leaving me smiling like a fool. If you ever want to talk about weird dreams and lost cats, let's meet again.