You sat down next to me and apologized, as if you you had bumped into me.
I kept reading the book in my lap, but noticed that you had a good fade haircut, and nice biceps.
You were playing with a paint by numbers app on your phone.
We locked eyes when I got off the train at Penn station.
Wish I had made an effort to engage beyond that last look back.
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