You hopped on the 19 Bus at Central Station, we exchanged a nice glance in the aisle before you took your seat. Exiting at Stanley Park you looked over smiled and laughed. I complemented you on your floral leggings. We chatted briefly, walk alongside each other before I crossed the street. Looking back to the corner I saw you looking over. Wishing we chatted more. This endless rain is a good excuse for a coffee.