Hello guy in orange shirt at Logan

Boston MA

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You wore a red, or maybe an orange collared shirt and sat at a high table by gate B17 at Logan. We exchanged glances several times while I stretched out on a sunny chaise and worked on an essay. You were tall. I realized the sun beaming in through the giant windows was cooking me even after I took off my fleece and sweater. At one point, you popped your collar and I hope it was to protect yourself from the sun because there’s no other good reason to do so. I assumed you’d get on my flight to JFK and I crafted cheesy ways I’d come up and talk to you. “You look familiar, did you grow up in the Boston area?” But alas, you didn’t get on my flight. Our chances of meeting again are probably as low as winning the lottery, so whoever you are and wherever you go, I wish you the best!