To the blonde crossing Flatbush Ave.

Beekman near Flatbush, New York City NY

Description

I was in a car, stopped at a red light wearing a green shirt and shades, spying you cross Flatbush Ave. You were wearing all black and thick soled maybe bone colored shoes. I guess you were coming from the Prospect Park stop. You were spying me too. Our eyes met twice. Would love to make them meet again.