Me; tall, short hair, paramilitary look (due to work), not-too-hard-on-the-eyes; you, stunning, classy blonde in the checkout line upstairs while I hovered waiting for my americano. You were wearing a fawn coloured wool coat and slacks. We exchanged numerous glances, smiles, and a few words before you left and - despite my best efforts to catch up with you and hand you my phone number- you ducked into the Coast Coal Harbour. In a city where even the slightest innocuous connection is cherished, it sure seems like there is a possibility that we share a spark....