Sighting

I was sitting across from you in the train dining car tonight (ICE 1504, Munich–Berlin. Sunday, August 30). But instead of your number, I got the one of the guy next to me. I’ve been socialized by Hinge in such a way that I was way too intimidated by seeing your real smile in front of me. Now I’m so annoyed with myself for not having the guts to ask you out for coffee. If you’re reading this: are you up for it?

Lady with the carrot-ginger soup

Coffee