Tuesday, December 11th, you were sitting on a bench upstairs at the bus
plaza. You were bright blonde, black pants, and black high heel boots. You
were charging your phone when I walked up and sat down on the bench beside
yours. You were waiting for your daughter, I think. When she arrived you
got up and went to the bathroom and I got caught staring. When you walked
back by on the way to catch your bus you waved, was it at me? It shook me.
I would like to meet and possibly get to know you if at all possible.