You were biking down Montrose ave around 8pm. Late 20s early 30s? You looked back at me 3 times before taking a right onto Bushwick ave. I was standing outside of a coffee shop with a friend and kept waiting for you to come back around the corner, but you never did. Message me and tell me what color sports bra I was wearing? This feels crazy to even be doing but I’ve never had a connection with a stranger like that before. A moment that feels like a movie scene. I hope this finds you.
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