You were waiting for the 17 bus at Broadway and Cambie around noon. You were wearing faded black jeans and black North Face jacket. You got up at one point to talk on your phone to someone about the hail (I wasn't listening, I promise). I was the guy with his gym bag and groceries. When you got off the bus at 12th and Oak, I wished I had worked up the nerve to say hello. Can we meet up some time so I can say hi and buy you a coffee or a whole meal of food?