Sighting

To the Nashville boy I met over the thrift bins in London:

Some people meet in cafés. We met elbow-deep in discarded jackets, admiring kittens and laughing over the scale that weighed our vintage treasures on July 24th. You talked me into buying the perfect 70s cognac leather jacket. I should’ve talked myself into giving you my number.

We never even exchanged names. We crossed an ocean to meet in a London thrift warehouse. It feels like a shame to leave the story there.

I’m Laura, the American from New Orleans.

If you’re out there, I’d love to cash in on the conversation we didn’t finish. Can we have a redux at Goodwill back home?