We got on the train at 86th street. We stood next to each on the platform. You are a beautiful caramel complexion man with locs. You were wearing all black work out clothes with a gym bag and water bottle in your pack. We stood next to each other on the train for a couple of stops. You had a second to sit down across from me, we made eye contact and you complimented my afro. I was also wearing all black and a short puffer coat.Then I watched you give your seat up over and over to the elderly and other women - such a gentleman. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say. Then you got off at Fulton Street and you looked back one last time before the train pulled away. I wanted to give you my number or at least know your name.
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