Long-haired airport employee

Salt Lake City UT

Description

I saw you this morning when I walked into the Salt Lake City airport, around 5:30am. You were playing some kinda game with your coworkers. I was wearing a maroon tee shirt and carrying a violin. You wore a uniform and a ponytail. I met your eyes as I walked by and smiled at you. You looked like you were having fun. Later I was walking to my gate and I saw you across the avenue. We met eyes again. I looked away, and looked back, and met your eyes a third time. I walked on another few paces, sure that I’d get you this time, and looked back. You were looking back at me again. I thought that was pretty cool. I sat at my gate awhile, reading, and saw you again. You stood talking to a coworker, but once or twice I thought I caught you looking at me. You have nice hair. It could never be—I live too far away—but if you see this, let me know if you had the same magical little moment as I did. Then at least I can know.