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Sunday morning, you danced with abandon to the jazz band by the bakery stand, and your joy was contagious. I was the one who dropped my pastries watching you—would love to see that groove again.

You ordered the last barbacoa taco right before me at the food truck on St. Mary’s, then apologized with a shy smile. If you ever want to split a taco (or a laugh) next time, let’s meet again.

You were the tourist trying on every cowboy hat at the Alamo gift shop, and I was the local who offered you directions to the River Walk. Our laughter echoed among the souvenirs, but I never got your name—hoping fate gives me another shot.