For all I know a woman of your calibre is already spoken for but I've occasionally admired your style and beauty from afar on my morning commute and wished it were easier to start a conversation on a crowded bus. Today you got on at Main and sat down beside me after a few stops listening to music on your phone. You were wearing ox blood coloured oxfords and carrying a canvas tote with an illustrated print of the alphabet. I was the loser in the navy cardigan, wearing Persol sunglasses, a black five-panel and black Asics trainers.