You had salt and pepper hair, the Nandos chicken tattoo'd on you, and a gregarious, infectious laugh. We were both in line to pay, and you were joking with the waiter about how had no interest in football, but would still watch it that day to hang out with your friends. It was sweet. I also hate football, we should go out sometime. I was the girl in the black toque, grey t shirt and black jean jacket. :)