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At the turnstile, your MetroCard worked after mine kept failing and you gave me a high-five for perseverance. The crowd swept you away, but I’d love another shot at that New York magic with you.

We joked about the never-ending bagel line and you let me cut ahead, claiming “your coffee looked urgent.” I left with extra cream cheese but regret not asking for your name.

One of my boots broke right before showtime, and you offered me your extra shoelace from your backpack. Thanks for saving my night (and my dignity). Maybe next time, we can see a show together?

You were staring at the Monet, I was fumbling with my headphones. We exchanged a knowing look about the crowd before you disappeared toward the gift shop. Art meets artful mystery—hoping you see this.

We both stooped to pet the bodega cat on 7th Ave around midnight, and you told me his name was "Mr. Whiskers." I left with a sandwich but wish I’d left with your number, too.

We sat on opposite benches near the Bethesda Terrace, both sketching the scene. You caught me staring at your bright purple striped socks and grinned. I’d love to see your art—maybe over coffee?

You complimented my hat while reaching for the last bag of frozen dumplings. I let you have them, but wish I’d also let myself ask your name.

You spun me around during the impromptu salsa session by the fountain last Saturday night. I lost you in the crowd but can’t forget your moves—or the way you made the city blur around us.

We both dove for the same umbrella turning inside out in a sudden downpour on 14th Street. You laughed and offered me half your umbrella for one city block. Rain check?

You were wearing a bright green scarf and reading Murakami. Our eyes met as the train rattled over the Manhattan Bridge and you smiled when I almost dropped my coffee. If you see this, I'd love to share a ride—or a book chat—sometime.