I had reached the top of the Myrtle Wyckoff platform when I heard someone ask “how’s it going?”
It was a damp and dreary morning. I looked over at you and said “it’s alright”, and I continued walking. You had caught me in a pensive mood.
Wish I had felt more talkative because I thought you were cute. You (male) were tall, wearing camo pants, a black jacket, and carrying a small unidentifiable metal object.
If you happen to see this, tell me what I had on or what you remember from our brief encounter. Would be sweet to connect.