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You offered me your last napkin when my slice flopped at Joe’s, then we commiserated over the perfect cheese-to-sauce ratio. Before I could thank you, you vanished into the Smith Street crowd—did you ever get that extra slice?

We reached for the same copy of "Catcher in the Rye," laughed, and chatted about dog-eared pages. You disappeared toward the poetry nook before I thought to ask your name.

We locked eyes as the train rattled over the Manhattan Bridge, you with your bright yellow umbrella and me juggling too many tote bags. You smiled when my bag nearly spilled; I wish I’d said hi before your stop at Canal Street.