You: cute chick that stopped me in the streets Friday on your first day of work; Me: chick that spent 30 minutes chatting with you in the streets about mental health and charity, I was giggling nervously tell whole time. You gave me two lovely hugs and said you hoped you would run in to me again. I wouldn't normally do this but my roommate told me I bombed hard by not giving you my number and I agree. You are beautiful and pleasant, and I am probably misreading our conversation but if I'm not, send me a message?