You were standing on the other side of the street, chatting on your phone and holding a leash attached to what looked like a medium-sized fox. Engrossed in your phone call, you stared off into the distance, straight at me. I was drinking my coffee in the sun, staring off into the distance, straight at you. Was it just me, or did we share an electrifying non-moment together as we pretended not to be looking right at one another? You’re cute. You seemed to be complaining a lot on the phone, but I think I could filter that out by focussing on how pretty you are.