To the captivating girl I met at the passport office on November 22nd, our conversation made the last hour of waiting feel like a breeze. I regret not mustering the courage to ask you out once my paperwork was done. I went back to where we were sitting pretending to have lost my water bottle to see if I would gain courage but didn’t. I was the guy you joked around about putting his jacket on thinking my number would be next, but I had to wait an extra 15 minutes. If you happen to read this, let's go out for coffee/dinner?