You were eating a sub sandwich at the barstool window of the Subway beside the bridal gallery and across the way of the North Vancouver Quay. I walked out of the building next door wearing my grey studded hat, two gold belt and a black Nightmare before Christmas vest and looked at you; you seem familiar to me with your cold coloured eyes and shaven head. I wanted to stop by and talk, but my party of two was quickly racing through the rain to our car. I'm sorry if my neverending gaze unnerved you, I only wanted to say hello. Perhaps you'll give me a chance to apologize at least?