Sighting

You were in queue at the baggage control at Lisbon airport T2 on Tuesday night at about 8PM, you were with a group of girls. You had brown wavy hair, wearing shorts, sneakers and a shirt. You were reading the baggage control instructions and finding expecially funny the world “empurre”, I was in front of you in the queue and told you that you were not doing so bad reading in Portuguese. We briefly met after baggage control where you fill your water bottle and then I think you smiled at me when I saw you at the gates area. I felt an immediate connection and am afraid I might have missed someone special.