Sighting

Maybe it’s a bit too late to post this, but I still remember you. We met in the queue for the security checks — we went through the line together while the airport was crowded, and we both had flights in about two hours. You were tall, with red hair, and I thought you sounded English. We spoke a little, until you had to take a phone call. I remember you even let me hold something for you because your hands were full. You were extremely kind, and then somehow we got separated. I went back hoping to find you and at least ask your name, but you were already gone.
If you ever happen to see this post and would like to get in touch, it would truly make me happy.

a chat