Sighting

I walked up the steps looking for West End Social.  You were alone, eating at an outside table. I remember you being very handsome, and it looked like you had just gotten off work, you were dressed in a white button down shirt and olive-colored dress slacks with brown dress shoes.
We spoke and I asked you about the location of West End Social.  You told me and complimented my hair. I didn’t stop to chat you up because I was running late to meet a friend.
I really regret not talking more. Would love to at least connect over FB if possible, if I have the chance to meet you again.