I'm not sure where you got on, but by Union Square I noticed you. Your hair was a deep auburn, perfect little wavy curls draped down your back, well manicured pinkish nails and a smart outfit. I thought you looked very nice and wanted to tell you that you were the cutest girl I'd seen all day.

We both went for an open seat, but I gave way with a smile and gave it to you. I was the guy with glasses, over the shoulder bag.