Suffering in a boring Zoom class, I looked down from the 7th floor collections room of the library to the 6th floor, and I saw you: blue-grey shirt, curly hair, glasses, working on a laptop and Kindle. Our eyes met several times. You might not have thought I was smiling under my N95 mask, but I was! The collections room was closing, so I moved to the 5th floor, but by the time my boring Zoom was finished, you were gone.