On the Canada Line, last week...

It was around 1:30, on the 7th.... You caught me glancing at you on the platform at Broadway, so I tried my best to not be a creep on the train. We caught eyes a couple times though, and we both smiled. You were wearing a yellow tank top with jeans and brown shoes, and from the looks of the notes you had in your hand, are studying kinesiology? Sports med? I was the boy in a grey polo and Sperry's, fidgeting nervously by the doors. You got off at Langara, and flashed a beautiful smile as you walked by. Wish I would've said something... Let's get food sometime.