You: Vivacious brunette wearing a nice suede jacket dreading an encounter with your friend's ex-boyfriend. You love the New Ox. Me: In Vancouver, looking for things I have yet to find. Came from the U2 concert. You grazed your fingers gingerly down from the lapel of my tanned leather jacket to the button stance. Only one of the three buttons remained and you undid the middle one and said I should pop the jacket collar up. For that split millisecond, I found what I was looking for.