It was about 7pm and I got on the fogged up train Metrotown on this dreary Thursday evening and sat in a seat facing the opposite way from you and pulled out my green and orange book. Your were wearing black leggings and Blundstone-like boots, only classier. I looked up and you were looking at me, or my book, hard to say. I switched to the seat behind you and could see that you were looking up wines on your phone. I could swear our reflections made eye contact in the glass in front of you. I got off at Commercial. Will I see you again?