Sighting

Friday night. You were with a few friends, as was I. Loads of eye contact. As I thought you were leaving, I told you something about how beautiful you were. You told me you were coming back, and you did. I eventually moved over to talk some more, but your friends wanted to leave, so you said you had to go. I stood there. 1 minute after you left, I ran out into the packed street but couldn’t find you!

Coffee