We walked by each other outside the Williamsburg movie theater. We both did a double take, looking back at each other. You are a guy, I am a girl. We ended up walking and talking to your neighborhood and then back to mine. You were moving to London a few weeks later, so we didn’t get to meet up again. You worked in advertising and occasionally took the ferry to work. Only #s where exchanged, no last names. I think of you from time to time. This was summer 2019.
