Sighting

I got on at Crouch Hill around 5pm, and sat opposite you. You looked absolutely gorgeous in a peach-coloured sari, with sky blue toenail varnish. Being a guy, I can’t be sure of the colours,… You reciprocated my smile, but stupidly I didn’t follow it up. I was hoping you’d switch to the Richmond line like me, but you went straight through the barrier at Gospel Oak. I’ve thought of you frequently since then and kicked myself for not talking to you. I’ve only just read of this website, so if you or one of your friends recognises the description of your outfit and the location, I’d love to hear from you?

Dinner, coffee, a drink, whatever?