Sighting

You were sitting next to me on the Northern line but there was a glass separator between us. Messy curly hair (some distinguished greys. I think you must’ve got on at Kings Cross. You have an amazing smile. There were stolen glances on both sides of the glass. When I got off the tube at Old Street, we smiled at each other - and you were still smiling when I turned back to catch you as I walked up the stairs. I wish I’d have made myself late for brunch, just to give you my number. Can we meet?

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