The first time I saw you was maybe a month and a half ago, you were sitting by the door. I felt something electric as we exchanged a few glances. I've seen you a few times since, in your maroon hoodie, and I keep hoping we'll get a chance to talk, but it seems I'm always with someone, or you're headed elsewhere. I'm the one who is always in black with a few tattoos. If you'd been keen to share a cup of coffee, I'm game.