You were on Burrard street, across the street from the Sutton Place Hotel on a rainy Monday evening. You were with your friends who were trying to work the parking meter, but you seemed to be looking at me instead. I was really intrigued by your eyes and the smile that you gave me while I was walking in the rain. You were tall, had a moustache, and was wearing a jacket with your hood/hat on. I wish I would have stopped to smile at you longer in hopes that we could have talked. I hope you noticed that I turned around once at a distance when I walked away.