Sighting

This might be a long shot, but I had to try.
We were on the Central Line today, Sunday 4th May, around 11:20 am in London. You and your friend boarded at Queensway — I let you get on the train first. You had a medium to dark skin tone, long curly hair, light grey trousers, and a navy rucksack. You were with an older lady who had a small suitcase.
I sat across from you, and we exchanged a few glances. I was wearing a light blue sweater and jeans, carrying a small bag. I’m bald.
I got off at Bond Street, and you continued on your journey. I wish I’d said something — if by any chance you see this, I’d really love to talk.