You: Sitting near the front of the bus heading down main street, huge black beard, dark eyes, 30s, dressed in black, a real looker. Me: Green jacket, long curly brown hair, jean skirt, walking past. We shared a long glance as I walked past the bus, it was around 10 a.m. I'm pretty sure I've seen you before (tattoos, right?), and I know I'd definitely like to see you again.