You were behind me in line November 15th to vote in the municipal election. You were wearing a lovely colourful scarf. I asked you who to vote for and you told me to vote for Meena. You were on your break from work at Sweet Cherubim. Every time I try to come in to ask you out, you are either hidden in the back of kitchen, or there is a crazy rush and you're too busy and I don't want to bother you. Besides, it was so long ago, you probably wouldn't recognize me, but hopefully you remember our brief but pleasant encounter.