Sitting in Cafe Lokal Kits, reading. You were staring at your computer, your brunch date was staring at his. Suddenly a loud explosion, puzzled patrons looking everywhere for the source. A stroller tire was the culprit. I left on a done-up vintage mountain bike. Just before, I looked back, and we locked eyes. Was it just a silly meaningless flirtation, a deeper catalytic curiosity, or......Meet me in Lisbon?