We both got on the Q late Thursday night headed to Brooklyn. You , with blonde hair and dark eyes, were sitting in a middle seat wearing a pink shirt listening to your ipod. I was standing at first, then sat across from you and we kept making eye contact.

After a while we started chatting about what music we were listening to and then went back to catching each others eyes and smiling.

We both got off at the 7th Avenue stop on Brooklyn, and started walking the same way, and I just assumed you'd say something to me, anything, and before I knew it we had turned opposite corners and you were gone.