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You were swinging to the jazz band under the arch, hat full of change and smile infectious. I joined in for one silly dance, but then lost you in the crowd. Let’s have one more dance, no audience required.

You asked me for book recommendations in the poetry aisle, and we argued good-naturedly about Emily Dickinson. I chickened out before asking for your number; can we debate sonnets over coffee sometime?

We shared a pole on the Q train during yesterday’s downpour—you with your emerald green umbrella, me with the soaked backpack. Our eyes met as you saved me from a falling stranger. If you want to finish the conversation we never started, let’s make it happen.