It was around 11AM on the Skytrain. You got on from Edmonds station (I think?) and stayed on until Granville. From the moment you got on, we were exchanging glances and coyly smiling. Just so you know, I was that Asian guy sitting facing you. I was wearing a maroon hat, a jean vest over a black sweater over a black jersey. I remember you had a box of baked goods from Maxim's, a generously sized purse, a floral print phone case that doubled as a wallet (one of the most distinctive things I can recall), and you were wearing flats, a scarf (which you later took off), a black vest under your sweater (or at least I think it was?). The one thing about you that affected me the most was the last smile you gave me before you left. Even though it was timid (believe me, I was shy too), it was so genuine and sincere. So much so, I then realized how stupid it was not to ask your phone number or at least a name that I immediately went back to Granville to try and find you. Obviously, I wasn't successful. I really don't want to label you "Skytrain Girl" for as long as your face is still fresh in my mind; I want you to give that smile a name to go along with it so I can remember it definitely... and maybe get to know you over coffee, because you seem like a really cool person ahahaha :)