You sat behind me during the play, and did not fake laugh out of politeness (or for conformity) like everyone else did. You laughed at things that were actually funny. After the show, I saw you sitting underneath the lamplight. You wore a purple jumpsuit and a smile that radiated. I'd almost forgotten about the glow of your smile until, strangely, I dreamed about you last night. I'm not sure why I still remember you. Besides your beauty, you gave the single wittiest comeback I've ever heard to the asshole who told you he "loved Asian girls."