Sighting

Me: Tall brunette in a white button-down, dark jeans, writing in a little journal on a bench in the square off Pimlico Street.

You had curly dark hair and were wearing an open green flannel shirt, dark navy or black pants, and Adidas shell toes. You first sat a couple of benches away from me, then moved to the bench next to mine.

Eventually I left, then doubled back a little later hoping you’d still be there. You weren’t.

Now I wish I’d said hello. If this was you, say hi?