You were a tall, slim young man wearing a plaid shirt. I was a brunette wearing my hair in braids with a black hat, and a green coat. You sat across from me on the skytrain. You got off the train at new Westminster I think. We made eye contact a few times and we smiled. Honestly you made my heart beat faster each time you looked at me. You seemed slightly nervous before you got off at your stop. Before you walked out the doors, you turned back to look at me one last time and I wish we could've had a conversation or something.