Sighting

I was the handsome guy in blk leather bomber who had a layover in Kansas city airport and was hungry. Walked into the BBQ rib place in airport and you-the cutest cheerleading coach!-were eating tacos by yourself at the bar. You have short brown hair and tattoos. You were as sweet as you were cute. We ran out of time.

Friendship and, at the very least, more tacos.