Sighting

I queued behind you at Chambéry airport security this evening.  I was too travel zombies to speak but I’ve been thinking about you on the flight. We were nearly last through.  I flew to Edinburgh you to Glasgow I think.  I am 6’ 1”, glasses, thinning on top and had a large mustard coloured backpack.  You probably didn’t notice me or didn’t fancy me but I just read a newspaper article about ‘missed connections’ hence this post.  I can’t explain but your expression and demeanour mesmerised me.  I’d love to find you.

A chance for us?