I sat across from you on the skytrain to Bridgeport. You had a pink raincoat on and short hair. You resembled a young Audrey Hepburn, looking elegantly bored. I glanced in your direction several times, but you were gazing at your shoes. We both got off at Bridgeport and walked along the train tracks until you wandered into the harbor. I made sure to maintain my distance as I know how eerie seeing a shadow on the tracks are, let alone having a stranger come up to you :p. I was the guy with the thick rimmed glasses, and, having just returned from my cushy but soul crushing corporate job, a gray suit. coffee sometime?