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You played “Here Comes the Sun” on your guitar by the Bean Sunday afternoon, drawing a little crowd. I tossed a note in your case asking if you wanted coffee, but you started packing up before seeing it. If you remember the shy girl in red sneakers, let’s try for that coffee again.

We both reached for the same umbrella by the door as it started to pour. You laughed, saying “Great minds think alike!” I let you take it, but I wish I’d asked for your name—or at least split a deep dish.

You sat across from me on the Blue Line Thursday morning, bundled in your yellow scarf, reading a battered copy of "The Goldfinch." Our eyes met over your book, but neither of us said a word before I got off at Jackson. Maybe next ride?